(Psalm 11:1-7) 1”In the LORD I take refuge…”
Remembering back to when Chyenne and Hogan were toddlers, I hold close to my heart how they would often close their eyes when they did not want me to see them. They thought as long as they could not see me, I must not be able to see them. I recall a particular incident when Chyenne was about three-years-old and had just eaten a handful of jelly beans when she was told not to. Her mouth was crammed full with the drippings of sugary red stuff in the corners of her mouth and both hands held tight her treasures. My dad was in the background giggling; proud of his little mischievous prompting, but that is another story. There Chyenne stood with her eyes closed as she heard the sound of her name in that tone.
I still laugh as I think back.
Then one day, I did not feel the same amusement as I realized I was no different. I was dealing with my own situation as I stood before Papa with my eyes closed. How many times had I “closed my eyes” to God? Hoping He would not see me if I could not see Him.
Through my weaknesses, failed temptations and terrible attempts to control my own life, I became very creative in trying to conceal my flaws. After all, what would the world, or better yet, what would God think?
Like God did not know!
Slowly, after a period of silence, Chyenne opened her eyes. And there I stood. How could I not laugh? I picked her up and loved her with an unconditional love.
The day came for me, too, when I opened my eyes as my Papa embraced me with His unfailing love. (Psalm 36:7)
For He is my refuge…
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