Monday, April 12, 2010
The Loose Tooth
My firstborn has a loose tooth. A very loose tooth. But the pain it causes her when she wiggles it makes her scared for anyone to pull it. I am surprised it hasn't just fallen out all by itself - that's how loose it is. Tonight I was trying to explain to her that it will just hurt for a second and then the pain will be gone and it will all be overwith. But the fear of pain was more powerful than the excitement of the end result. As I was sitting there trying to comfort her (tears streaming down her face), I realized that I act the same way sometimes. A trial (or two, or three, or ten) comes and although I know God has promised to take care of me - to provide (Phil, 4:19), to be with me always (Heb 13:5), comfort me (John 14:16) and He has proved Himself faithful to me over and over and over again, I sometimes let the fear of what I'm going to face, the hurt or suffering that I may have to endure, overshadow the end result which ALWAYS turns out to be for my good. (Romans 8:28) Trials that I have faced in the past that caused me to fear, cry my eyes out, and worry myself to death seemed so minute compared to the joy that came when God allowed the trial to pass. The lessons learned of Who my God really is and what He means to me make trials seem so small when they are overwith. I'm so thankful for that.