Mr. B: I want juice.
Me: I will get you some juice as soon as I'm done with what I'm doing.
Mr. B: I want my juice now. Stomp, stomp. Cry, cry. Pout, pout.
Me: Until you can behave properly I am not going to get you any juice. If you want juice, you can ask nicely and wait for me to finish what I am doing. Then I will help you. But I expect you to wait patiently for me to finish what I have started before I can help you.
You may see where I am going with this. It occured to me this past week in a very real & personal way that the Almighty One is my dad. He's not just some random heavenly being hanging out in the clouds, but my father. And like any parent worth their salt, he expects me to behave properly while I wait for His plan to unfold.
When I truly think of our heavenly father as my dad, that is when the "a-ha moment" happens.
As a parent, it brings me great joy to fulfill my children's hearts desires. I delight in doing good things for them. God is the same way.
As a parent, I feel like I know what's best for my kids. Sometimes they ask for things that I know are not right for them and I have to say no. God is the same way.
As a parent, I don't sit around planning bad things for my kids. God is the same way.
It has been made clear to me that I am in a season of waiting. Not waiting down in the pit of despair. Not waiting in the mud & mire, but waiting expectantly.
I need to wake up each day, lay my requests at my Father's feet, and wait for something amazing to happen. When I begin each day praying, hoping & expecting something great my whole perspective changes.
By faith I can be filled with joy & gladness because I know my Dad makes the best plans and I believe He something amazing in store for me.
Delight yourself in the LORD and he will give you the desires of your heart.
In the morning, O LORD, you hear my voice; in the morning I lay my requests before you and wait in expectation.