When I come home, my little girl has this new thing she does. She’ll follow me all over the house. I mean I’ll come and give her a hug and a kiss, and then go to my room to change…and sure enough those little feet are right behind me. She doesn’t just want the casual greeting, no…she wants to be with her daddy.
On one day she was running into my room, fell and hit the corner of her eye on the bedroom dresser. I rushed over to her and picked her up and held her close. She cried for what seemed liked hours and hours. Though then she seemed alright and apart from her bruise, she went back of her mission of joyfully following her daddy.
Which got me thinking…
Am I actively trying to follow God (my daddy) every day? Do I make it my sole desire? Do I chase after Him with my whole heart? To be honest not always. I can usually be found chasing the different things of this world, and wasting my time.
And do I realize that following God, does not mean that I will be following Him through a flower and grassy meadow. Where the sun shines and the birds sing…No sometimes it means I may get hurt and have to walk through uneasy and painful circumstances. (Just look at the examples in the Bible of those who really followed Christ)
I may even find myself crying because I got hurt along the way. Well the good thing (that God showed me through this) is that my loving Father will come and pick me up and hold me close. He will comfort me. He reminded me that He will never forsake me.
Wanna find a follower of Christ? You don’t have to look far…just look for the ones with the bruises. (The ones that have may have their dreams crushed.) And even though they get hurt, just like my daughter they continue to have a deep rooted joy and continue following.
Oh to have that sustaining joy, that in the midst of hurt and trials we count it all as joy. For it brings about perserverance and completion. May we all begin to follow our daddy.
