Turning the rising water off in the tub, my beautiful two-year-old began throwing a fit. In defeat, she sat down, tilting her head to the surface of the water, pleading, “Please!”
Listening to her despairing please became a mirror, reflecting my chin to water pleas for more.
I wondered if my expression of my daughter was the same one God took to me. She was pleading with me to give her something potentially dangerous to her perfect little self. Unaware of the dangers, of course, she wanted the rising water to continue.
I’m not fully aware of the areas God doesn’t want to answer my plea in the ways I ask, but I sit with the resounding, please in my heart quite often.
As I process what it means to trust God and His goodness, this moment perfectly reflects our pleas. With our chin to the surface of the water, pleas, and downcast spirits, I know His perfect love for me responds according to what He knows is best. He won’t allow us to meet the deep end until He knows we can swim. He’s not interested in drowning us.
~Walking Restored~ 