During Times Of Pain.
I’ve been a little under the weather over the past couple of days. Because of this foggy feeling, I was brought to prayer quite easily this morning.
I don’t know about you, but I have so much stuff to take care of in a day, that I experience major anxiety when I’m sick.
I know that I need to get some rest and heal-up. And yet, the work-load that will be left when I return to health is almost as over-whelming as the illness.
So, I Prayed Hard!
I sit, head in hand begging God to take away whatever evil bug that has unleashed its power on me. In reality, it’s just a bit of cold or flu that I’m sure I’ll get over. Nevertheless, I pray harder.
As I reflected on my situation, I started wondering why? Why do I pray so hard when I’m sick, but neglect prayer when my health is top-notch? What is it about human nature that drives us to our knees when we’re not doing well?
It’s at this point when I start to think of my role as a father, in relation to our Heavenly Father.
Being A Father
My three-year old son, Jude is rambunctious to say the least. About the only physical contact he enjoys is wrestling and/or some form of ‘ninja move‘.
A couple of months ago, Jude came down with a bad stomach virus. We actually had to bring him into the ER because he was not keeping any fluids down at all and was starting to get dehydrated.
It was amazing to me, to see our son change from this go, go, go mini-ninja, to a helpless child who desired nothing more than to lay still in his daddy’s arms.
I Was Conflicted
Obviously, I deeply desire my son to be well and running around like usual. However, that moment where my son wants nothing more than to cuddle into my arms is golden!
This is such a rich example of our relationship with our Heavenly Father. This morning, I can’t do it on my own. I will not make it through this day without a little help.
This morning I needed to crawl up into my Father’s lap for a while and ask for help. That’s what’s so great about getting sick or experiencing any physical hardship. That’s what’s so fulfilling about being physically broken.
Having to turn to the Father for spiritual renewal.
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When’s the last time you were compelled to crawl up into the Father’s lap?