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A Child's Tantrum

Published on 8:32 AM By Aunica
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Today I was meditating on how God is our Father. I am a child, a child of God. So often I choose to run away from all that is good. Father tells me to clean my room, and I don't want to. Father reprimands me for taking something that isn't mine, and I don't like it. Or even worse, He tells me to do something like eat my brussel sprouts, and I really don't want to. In the end? He knows what is best for me. He does all of these things out of love and to lead me in the right direction. But I am the child. And children? Occasionally we run away. Most of the time it isn't far, but maybe down the street to sit by the stop sign with a pouty lip and our arms crossed against our chest in a "just TRY to take me back home" rebellious gesture. `When I do this? I forget who my Father is. And before I know it, I look over out of the corner of my eye and He is there. Crouched down next to me with an inviting smile on His face and His arms open, beckoning to me to come home. Sometimes I sit there for a couple more minutes, sometimes I'll sit there for an hour. But eventually I'll realize that He is right. That in truth? He knows what is best for me. He is doing it for my own good - to grow me and shape me into the woman of God I'm suppose to be. And in that moment I slowly turn and jump into His arms. Back into the loving embrace of a Father who loves me deeply and wants to keep me from harm. Is it always going to be easy to clean my room (witness), eat my brussel sprouts (read my bible), or realize that I've sinned? No, but the good news is we have a Father who loves us - and He is always there waiting with open arms when we stray from the path of righteousness. So instead of sitting by the stop sign contemplating how you've been "wronged" by being told to do things you don't want to do, meditate instead on the love of our Father and jump back in to His arms. He's waiting.
Aunica

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