I don’t have kids, but I’ve been around babies enough to
notice a bit of an amusing pattern. Have you spent time with many hungry
infants? Often, it starts with them just being kind of fussy. Once you try a
couple things, you slide the baby onto your hip and grab a bottle from the
fridge to warm up. And the baby sees it. Up until this moment, mildly fussy.
Once the bottle (or other milk source…) is in sight? Eyes lock on and…freak out!!
Strictly logically speaking, you would think it would be the
other way around: freak out when hungry, but once you see the goodness, calmly
and joyful anticipate it being shoved in your face. Nope. The desire for
sustenance is frantic. It’s like
babies have this idea that we are cruel (or stupid?) beings that will come so close,
then not follow through to provide for their needs.
So as I snuggle this little one today, I wonder if maybe we
haven’t grown out of the habit as much as we would like to think. I mean,
hopefully not with our lunch, but do we do the same thing with God? I’ve
finally reached 91~92% of the support needed to return to Japan, but with a
deadline to get back to Japan and “home”-sick heart, it’s so easy and so
tempting to freak out.
What are you hungry for today? What obstacle is in your way?
And maybe most important of all, who do you trust?
“…But if God so
clothes the grass of the field, which today is alive and tomorrow is thrown
into the oven, will He not much more clothe you, O you of little faith?
Therefore do not be anxious…”
