I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again; I think that being a mom has taught me more about God than anything else in life to date. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not diminishing the Bible by any means! But when I think of my heart towards my children; and how much greater God’s heart is to us . . well then the world makes a little more sense.
For instance, I have four children, so I ask them to help each other. Sometimes there will be a child who really could use some help. Sometimes it is the child’s own fault that he or she needs help; sometimes it isn’t. It doesn’t matter. Sometimes I see a child who needs help and I ask another child to help out. Many times the child who needs help ends up being mean or rude to the helping child. They yell at them for not helping how they wanted. Or they yell because they’ve already tried doing it “that way”. It doesn’t matter.
When that happens, the child has now lost their helper. I tell the helping child to leave. I tell the remaining child that they must now figure it out themselves because I offered them assistance thru their sibling, and they were rude or mean.
Same thing goes for if the helper child helped finished the task; but then the child needing help started to bad-mouth the way the helper child actually helped. The child who needed help has now lost help the next time that they need it. Because you don’t get help from someone and treat them bad. You just don’t do that. I’m the Mom and I say that is not allowed. Case Closed.
Now put that in to the adult world, where we are God’s children and he is the Heavenly Father.
A few weeks ago I helped out a person. Like majorly helped. One of those helps that a person gets to do only once in a very great while. Only the parties involved know about this help because it was so big. I didn’t want the person being helped to feel embarrassed. I just wanted to help.
The main part of the help was done. There were loose ends and a bit of work to be done by the person receiving the help. But they were pointed down the right path and given a helping push to send them off on their way. Now, weeks later the person thinks everyone is the enemy.
Change is scary and change is hard. And life is hard when decisions are made for the wrong reasons. This person is scared. Their life is going to change one way or the other. I get it. I truly do. But just because change is going to be happening; people are not evil and the world is not the enemy.
Today I think I should have felt betrayed. I think I should have felt hurt. And I’m pretty sure I should have felt mad for helping someone and then having names called and threats made against me. But I didn’t feel any of that.
I just kept thinking about watching my children in this scenario on a much smaller level. And I felt sorry for this person. When I watch my children; I explain to the helper child that they did what I asked, they helped, they did their job, and I will protect them from anything the other child might do. How much more does God feel this way? I’m not sure . . . but I’m sure it is a lot.
Tonight I am still thankful for the opportunity to help a person in a big way. I would not change a thing. Tonight I pray for this person. I pray they find peace. And I pray they get thru this chapter in life better than today. Tonight I am thankful for the understanding that is mine at a completely different level than I would have had just years ago. Tonight I am thankful that I could stand amidst a storm being thrown my way; stand there and offer a solution. And best of all, I could stand there unafraid of the storm, confident in the knowledge that I was safe.
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