I remember the first time I gave Petey a bath. He didn’t like it and did all he could to
avoid it once it I’d put him in the tub.
I’d coaxed him and encouraged him to sit in order to relax, to no
avail. He jumped out and ran
through the house. Twice. Both times, I picked him up and carried him
back to the bathroom and placed him in the tub. That was an accomplishment in
itself! Holding him in place, I made him sit, soaped his body,
and rinsed him off.
When he got out, I wrapped him in a towel. He buried his
head in it and pressed it against my
body as if to say, “I need you. I’ve just been through a terrible time
and I need you to love me and hold me!” I’d put him in the tub because he needed it, but that didn’t
matter. Afterward, He just wanted love and comfort. I dried
him off and he went on his way.
It made me ask myself, “How often do I do the same thing
with God?” He puts something in our
lives that we don’t want to go through. It may be a situation that seems
impossible. But he knows we need it and in the grand scheme of things, it’ll be good for us, even if we can’t see it at the time. Like Petey, I’ve survived things
that I don’t understand why they had to happen. But when I turn to God, He
holds me, loves me, and reminds me He isn’t going anywhere. He’ll always be there for me.
How about you? What
has God brought you through where God’s reminded you of his presence and/or faithfulness as you look back on it? I'd love to hear about it.
