Why is it that we make God come and clean up our messes, instead of trying to make things easier on God?
Think about it. No parent turned on their child in anger, who tried to do right by the parent.
I have a story: In 1992 (27 July), I bought a new Ford Ranger. Now Ford had come up with this neat plastic "guard" coating that goes around the outside of the wheel wells of the rear tires. Hard to see the edge of the "guard" and the actual fender's metal, yet children have very good eyesight, and a simple sense of right and wrong.
Now I went into the house to make supper, while my six and five year olds were playing in the back of the pickup (I'd filled it with water so they could have a mini pool to play in).
Then when supper was ready, I came out to get them, only they were no where to be seen, and the water had been drained out of the truck's bed. As I walked closer to the truck, something odd caught my eye. The rear fenders had what looked like "scar lines" going all the way around the wheel wells exterior. Upon closer inspection I saw where somebody with pretty steady hands, had "painted" along the line where protective cover met fender metal. The paint was the same color as the truck, but it was brushed on, not air brushed.
My first thought was, what the hell? Then I saw the little bottle sitting on the dash in the truck. It was the touch up paint jar that came with the truck (for scratches and dings).
I went around the other side, and sure enough the other rear fender well had the same "paint" scar line over the fender's perimeter.
I began the chuckle, and then to laugh with delight as the reality of it all hit me. Despite the obvious that my brand new truck's paint job was messed up, the fact was that my children had seen the "big scratches" on both sides of the truck, and decided to take the touch up paint from the glove box, and "fix" daddy's new truck's paint job.
I kept that truck for 10 years (and 200,000 miles) and never once tried to remove the scar lines from the fender wells. And when anyone asked about the lines, I told them with a smile how my sons attempted to fix the scratches on my new truck, before I saw them.
In short, my children were attempting to make things easier on me, and IT WORKED! Because of them, I had the coolest ride in town, and was proud to show anyone what they did for me.
I think that is how God feels when we try to make things easier for Him. I think He feels proud and boastful of His children...
my 2c
v/r
Joshua
Think about it. No parent turned on their child in anger, who tried to do right by the parent.
I have a story: In 1992 (27 July), I bought a new Ford Ranger. Now Ford had come up with this neat plastic "guard" coating that goes around the outside of the wheel wells of the rear tires. Hard to see the edge of the "guard" and the actual fender's metal, yet children have very good eyesight, and a simple sense of right and wrong.
Now I went into the house to make supper, while my six and five year olds were playing in the back of the pickup (I'd filled it with water so they could have a mini pool to play in).
Then when supper was ready, I came out to get them, only they were no where to be seen, and the water had been drained out of the truck's bed. As I walked closer to the truck, something odd caught my eye. The rear fenders had what looked like "scar lines" going all the way around the wheel wells exterior. Upon closer inspection I saw where somebody with pretty steady hands, had "painted" along the line where protective cover met fender metal. The paint was the same color as the truck, but it was brushed on, not air brushed.
My first thought was, what the hell? Then I saw the little bottle sitting on the dash in the truck. It was the touch up paint jar that came with the truck (for scratches and dings).
I went around the other side, and sure enough the other rear fender well had the same "paint" scar line over the fender's perimeter.
I began the chuckle, and then to laugh with delight as the reality of it all hit me. Despite the obvious that my brand new truck's paint job was messed up, the fact was that my children had seen the "big scratches" on both sides of the truck, and decided to take the touch up paint from the glove box, and "fix" daddy's new truck's paint job.
I kept that truck for 10 years (and 200,000 miles) and never once tried to remove the scar lines from the fender wells. And when anyone asked about the lines, I told them with a smile how my sons attempted to fix the scratches on my new truck, before I saw them.
In short, my children were attempting to make things easier on me, and IT WORKED! Because of them, I had the coolest ride in town, and was proud to show anyone what they did for me.
I think that is how God feels when we try to make things easier for Him. I think He feels proud and boastful of His children...
my 2c
v/r
Joshua
