Suffice it to say, hiding the evidence didn’t work.
I found her hidden stockpile, proof of mistakes that she’d stuffed into a corner of her bedroom. I suppose she thought somehow that it’d eventually disappear or I’d just never notice.
But she underestimates a mom’s ability to discover truth (she never did figure out those two eyes in the back of my head)….so we stand there in that corner confronting the reality.
She had done something wrong and I had proof.
But instead of bringing all that trouble straight to my feet and asking for help, she’d hidden it away and hoped I wouldn’t notice.
I tell her I’m disappointed, tell her I expected better, tell her she needs to overcome.
But then, when she’s tearful and we’ve retreated to the sofa, we pray for God’s help.
I hope she’s really listening, deep-down-take-this-to-heart listening, because I don’t want the words to just shoot through her before pushing their impression down into the soft clay of her heart.
When you’re in trouble, when you mess up, when you’re hurt, when something is wrong….
Yes, your first impulse will be to run and hide, no different than Adam and Eve crouching among the garden leaves.
Yes, I’ll be sad at first. Yes, I’ll be disappointed. Yes, we’ll have to deal with it and that might be messy and hard and it seems easier in the moment to just avoid that pain.
I understand this. Haven’t I stashed sin before, as well, desperately hoping that no one would notice—that HE wouldn’t notice? I’ve been Eve in that Garden before, too, and I know how it feels to hold my breath and hope that God walks on by.
But God picked me to be your mom and that means sticking with you and helping you learn and overcome That means loving you right on through the tough times.
Mary Kassian tells me:
When we face trouble, we are to pour out our hearts to him. Everybody trusts something; we must learn to trust the Lord, our eternal rock (In My Father’s House).
Is that what this is about?
If she trusted me enough to love her through anything, wouldn’t she come to me even when she’s done something wrong because she knew I’d help her?
If I trust His love that much, wouldn’t I run breathlessly to His feet, just run, no looking back, no hesitation, because He is the only One who can handle the mess I’ve made?
Yes, He’ll be disappointed.
Yes, He’ll be sad.
But what hurts His Father-heart most of all is when we trust in ourselves, trust in others, trust in programs, trust in Google searches and advice columns and friends and substances and self-help books, but we don’t trust Him.
The Israelites in that wilderness fretted over destination, clothing, enemies, food, water. They whined. They strategized. They rebelled. They wheeled and dealed.
The Psalmist writes
…they did not believe God
or trust him to care for them (Psalm 78:22 NLT).
Troubles rose up, maybe even just minor annoyances like dietary preferences, and they never did just learn to run to God right away.
He was angry. The Psalm says, “When the Lord heard them, he was furious” (Psalm 78:21 NLT).
He still loved them. And even when they abandoned Him time after relentless time, He always stayed faithful.
God’s love for them, His love for us, isn’t feeling love, temporary love, conditional love. The Hebrew word that Scripture uses over and over is “Chesed”—it’s the loyal, steadfast, covenant mercy and love God has for His people.
They didn’t trust Him, didn’t bring their troubles to Him and they messed it up over and over and over, but He still went on caring for them abundantly, miraculously, faithfully.
He rained down manna for them to eat;
he gave them bread from heaven.
They ate the food of angels!
God gave them all they could hold. Psalm 78:24-25
He rained down meat as thick as dust—
birds as plentiful as the sand on the seashore! Psalm 78:27
So, I rest there with my daughter, my arms wrapped all the way around her and I say it one last time:
Come to me. Do not hide away or lie or run. Bring it all to me.
And I hear God rustling the leaves in my life, calling to me just as He did Adam and Eve, asking me to trust Him enough to bring everything, bring the sin, the mess, the worry, the fear, the troubles big and small, bring it all to Him.
Heather King is a wife, mom, Bible Study teacher, writer and worship leader. Most importantly, she is a Christ follower with a desire to help others apply the Bible to everyday life with all its mess, noise, and busyness. Her book, Ask Me Anything, Lord: Opening Our Hearts to God’s Questions, is available now! To read more devotionals by Heather King, click here.
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