Just like a baby

Here are a few things I find myself saying to baby Kallie now and then...

"Just be patient, pumpkin... I'm almost done..."
"No, sweetie; that's not good for you to get into..."
"I know it's no fun, but I gotta do it... Just trust me..."
"Don't you worry... Nothing's gonna hurt you! I know it seems scary, but there's no need to be scared! I'm right here!"

And when I say these things to beautiful little Kallie girl, who sometimes fusses and looks up at me with weepy eyes, begging me to make things better, I can't help but realize that God must be saying those same things to me. I fuss and I cry and I flail my arms... and yet He's trying to tell me that He is in control, He knows best, and I have no need to fear because He won't let anything harm me.

That was difficult to write, because I'm going through some challenging things these days that make me feel like I'm being crushed unto death. But I was with a friend this week who reminded me about myrrh. It's bitter until it's crushed; then it emits a sweet aroma.

So I guess I should say, "Crush me, God. Though you slay me, yet will I trust you. You know what is best, you will not let any real harm come to me, and after this trial I will be a sweet aroma..." But please don't let this last much longer!