2 Corinthians 1:3-5 NIV
Today Emma did something that she has only done 1 or 2 other times in her short little life...she left Bandit at home. As most of you know, Bandit is the world to her and is never much more than an arms length from her, if anything he is usually under her arm. So for her to actually get into a car and go down the road without thinking of him is a HUGE deal. We were on our way to church this morning and about 5 mins from home I looked in the mirror and noticed he wasn't there. Hesitantly, I said "Emma, where is Bandit?" With a confused look on her face, she replied "I left him at home" No tears, no wailing...she simply left him at home. Needless to say, I was shocked. I totally expected her to be demanding that I go back and get him, but she didn't. As I continued to drive on to church I couldn't help but feel sad b/c I knew this was yet another milestone in her little life. She was growing up. The dog that had always meant security for her was no longer a necessity, she could make it on her own.
When I think back about how she has loved that little dog and carried him all over the state of Alabama and Southern TN and how we have had to go back to 2 different stores after getting home and realizing we had left him, I think about my relationship with God. God wants me to hold on to him and seek comfort in him just like Emma does Bandit. How great a life of worship that would be. If every time I left my house I made it a point to "bring" God with me. If everytime I felt insecure or threatened or just in plain need of a friend, I inhaled the sweet aroma of my Lord and Saviour. Or if I just kept him tucked right under my arm at all times, leaning on him and trusting him to get me through my day. But how many days and how many times have I chosen to "do it on my own"? You know, I can't count the number of times that that baby has cried and screamed when someone tried to steal her Bandit and how she was always willing to fight to defend him. Am I as passionate for Christ?
Why is it so hard sometimes to let God cuddle up next to us and comfort us through the pain, instead of trying to fix it ourselves? Also, why is it that we question our own pain when it can ultimately produce a powerful ministry for us to provide to others? Thank you God for my sufferings, for they draw me closer to you. Thank you God for being the Great Comforter, for it teaches me how to comfort others. Thank you God for my children and the impact they have on my spiritual walk each and every day. May my life and theirs bring glory and honor to you.
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