Sizzling bacon behind me, toast jumping off the island in protest, and an empty jar of Miracle Whip started my day today. Too late for breakfast, we dove into brunch.
We’ve been back to school now for three weeks and although the routine is settling in, the heart has been slow to follow. The excitement is now over, and we are pretty much ready for our next break already.
We have children in many various life stages right now and along with certain stages comes attitude adjustments. For both the children and myself.
While sitting at the kitchen table waiting for their meals, the children were finishing up on their morning school work. One of the little ones had a request. The actual request slips my mind now. But nevertheless, I said NO.
Behind my back, she made a face. “Mom, she just sassed you when you weren’t looking.” I looked up to stare into a pair of baby browns staring right at me.
In an unusual soft and calm voice, I asked, “why would you do that?” “That really hurts my feelings.” The baby browns began to water and eventually bowed at the table. She put down her pencil and ran to her room.
I praise God that my children truly have soft hearts and would never want to hurt someone’s feelings. Especially their momma’s. But they are sinfully human. . .
After a few minutes, my daughter emerged from her bedroom, with a little blanket over her head as she made her way to the living room sofa.
Embarrassed, ashamed, and full of remorse, my little girl was trying to hide herself from my presence. I immediately recognized the behavior as my very own towards God.
So many times when I know I’m doing wrong, living wrong, acting wrong or just in a complete funk and have taken it out on God. . .I find it easier to put that blanket over my head and run from my Lord in disbelief, sorrow, and shame. How in the world do I say “I’m sorry” to God when I’ve wronged Him. How can He love me when I’ve taken a closed fist and shaken it so many times when struggles come my way.
Often, instead of falling to my knees in repentance, I “cover my head” and try to run far away. It is so hard for me to receive his love and accept that this Heavenly Father still loves me greatly in spite of my constant failings and let downs. His grace covers all.
I know that in my head. . .but those 12 inches or so to the heart can take forever.
As a mom, I don’t want my children running from me in embarrassment or shame. I don’t want to see them sad or upset. Which is why, when I find my little girl sitting on the sofa with a blanket covering her head, my heart breaks and I go to her. . .hug her and simply want to hear those evidentiary words of remorse. . .”I’m sorry.” I want her to know I don’t love her any less. As a matter of fact. . .my love grows.
The Lord doesn’t NEED us to say sorry for Him. Remorse and repentance . . .turning from our self destructive ways and following the good Shepherd, seeing His forgiveness and growing in Grace are the reasons to say, “sorry.”
Perhaps I can understand why I tend to run from my Lord in shame instead of turning from my own pride to say, “I’m sorry Lord.” “I’m so sorry Father for straying, for being upset and angry.” In those moments when I struggle to look up and accept his great gift of grace. . .
He meets me and sits beside me in the pit. He holds me and I feel his love;
and he makes it possible for me to say, “I’m so sorry.”
His yolk is easy. . .His burden light. . .and His mercies are new every single morning. He is my Father. See, it always goes back the the behavior of a loving father.
“He is conscious of every circumstance I encounter. He attends me with care and concern because I belong to Him.
And this will continue through eternity. What an assurance!
-A Shepherds Looks at Psalm 23