My young nephew tipped his head back in his car seat, and in the whiniest voice said, “I’m getting sleepy!” Cracked me up.
Until the Lord said to me, “Yeah, exactly how you’ve sounded all week.”
I’m embarrassed at how often I reverted to my inner 5-year-old last week. Whiny about money. Whiny about driving to Texas in August. Whiny about the heat. (We’re breaking records for hottest, driest summer, and I am a WIMP.)
I got to church Saturday night with my tail between my legs. I felt icky at how immature my response to life had been all week, and I was coming to apologize to the Lord, which I did. Then we started singing, and I thought, Do you still want to hear me sing to you, Lord? Because I would totally understand if you were to give me the hand and say, “Shhh, just shhhh.”
But I sang, and there was a wonderful verse that talked about God’s faithfulness -which took my thoughts to the movie Tangled, because doesn’t everybody carry a little Disney with them?
There’s the scene where the girl has left the tower, and she sings this song alternating between celebration of freedom and angst about disobeying her mother.
And the guy? He stands quietly by while her emotions go high, low, high, low, high, low.
He is steady.
And I thank God, with all my heart, that he is just like this. He is faithful while I am high, low, high, low.
He is steady when my heart soars and I am moving the Rocky Mountains with my grand trust in him.
He is waiting, rational, when I am flipping out about whatever new situation seems overwhelming and a mustard seed could shadow my wee faith.
If we are faithless, he remains faithful… (2 Timothy 2:13 NIV)
Let us sing of God’s unchanging nature and his willingness to love and adopt girls whose hearts are wobbly.
NOTE TO MY HUSBAND: You are a steady man. Your demonstration of faithfulness constantly gives me hope that Jesus will stick with me when my faith roller coasters. XXXOOO