This is an repost (with a few revisions) from a note that I posted a few years back on my FB page of a response to a message give by a youth pastor, John Cassidy.
You are a young child and you are in the kitchen with your dad. You ask him you can have some ice cream, he tells you no. You ask him again, and again he says no. You continue to ask him repeatedly; every time you are hoping that he would change his mind. But he does not waiver in his answer, the answer is still no
Soon you get frustrated and you become real quiet emotion are welling up. Then it all comes out, all the emotion that is inside, all the anger and frustration towards your dad for not letting you have the ice cream. You are now yelling and screaming at him, asking why you are not letting me have any of the good stuff, you accuse him of doing you wrong. The tears begin welling up and are soon streaming down your cheeks in an endless streams. And your dad just stands there.
“He is not responding, why isn’t responding, doesn’t he see that he wronged me?” is the thoughts that are racing more or less incoherently though your head. You are even more frustrated by your dad’s unresponsiveness to your crying, you then become violent. You start flailing your arms at you dad, trying to break down the towering figure in front of you. All the while still you are sobbing and yelling. But your dad still stands there, waiting.
Soon you begin to tire. The fight in your heart that was causing you burn in anger has subsided. Your arms fall to your sides, you stop yelling so to catch your breath and you watery eyes turn red and puffy. You have lost the energy to be mad. At that point your Dad kneels down in front of you and hugs you. He envelopes you in an huge embrace that pins your arms at your side.
As he has you in his embrace, whispers to you. He reminds you that he loves you and wants what is best for you. As you stand there, your heart stops racing and remember that your dad does love you. You ask forgiveness and just stand there in awe of you Dad’s embrace.
I have been getting the question “What are you going to do when your time is done here at MS?”
I really do not have an answer. And to say that I am not getting anxious would be not the whole truth. I struggle with patience as I wait and seek God’s will for me in my journey. Every once in a while I feel like the little kid, who feels misunderstood and not cared for. It is not until I am broken, exhausted and I have let things go that I can hear God’s reassurance that He love and cares for me…