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What are these, Mom?
We were getting our bikes out for the morning ride to school,
but a stack of long wood planks that suddenly appeared in the garage,compliments
of my husband’s late night trip to Home Depot, was blocking our way.
Just some stuff Daddy
got to repair that huge hole in the siding, I respond, lifting her bicycle
over the pile.
There is a hole in our
house?!!! Her eyes pop wide open.
Yea. I grumble,
for even though I am aware of the fact that my children have inherited my gene for
overlooking the obvious, every now and then, this gets on my nerves. There is a hole the size of a soccer ball in
the siding of our house, and you never saw it?!!! She walks with me to the
corner of the house and looks up where I point.
Oh wow. There sure is
a hole, but I never saw it. I feel sweetly justified in my grumbling misery, but she shrugs her shoulders.
I guess I just love our
house so much, that I never noticed i., She hops onto her sky-blue bike
and pedals off free like a bird.
I watch her ride away, her words, her carefree assurance
that in God’s good time, her Daddy will take care of our house a gentle
reprimand and a loving invitation for a renewed vision.
For I get so focused on everything that’s wrong – with our
house, our world, God’s church – all I
see are the gaping holes! I worry and fret, I grumble and complain, until this
beautiful house, a home for the families, a resting place for the tired travelers
is completely swallowed up by soccer-field-size holes.
And in all that
seeing, I miss the simple obvious truth of… loving. The simple restful
assurance that my gracious heavenly Father will, in His good time, fully and
completely take care of all the gaping holes in His house – even those the size
of the
For the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea. Habakkuk 2:14
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