As I sat next to the bathtub holding her towel in my hand, I watched her stand two feet away shivering. I offered again, "Come here, and I will wrap you in this towel and make you warm."
She refused. It was not the towel of her choosing. It was green, and she wanted blue. And so she stood in the cold, mad at me for the misery of her own making.
I looked into those big eyes and saw my pitiful self staring back at me. Preferring the cold to my Father's embrace, my ways to His...even when I know His ways lead to abundant life. They are not the ways of my choosing, so I stand two feet away and look up at Him, incredulous that he would let me suffer. Wanting Him to give me the damp, dirty blue towel instead of the dry, warm green one.
Oh my, that is just beautiful, Anita! Reminds me of the book I am reading. I think you would enjoy it..."How Children Raise Parents," by Dan Allender. It is basically about how God uses our children to "grow us up" and draw us closer to Himself. Thanks so much for sharing this! And, you have talent, friend. That is beautiful expression with words!
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