We want God to "swaddle" us tight. We want his protective arms around us so that nothing bad can touch us. We don't want anything awful to infect us or any hardship to befall us, so we ask Him to please protect us with His gracious and strong arms. But deep down, we want to break free of His control over our lives. We want our arms free to make whatever decisions we want. We want to go and do whatever pleases us, but our jerky reflex of selfishness and pride awakens us to our awful nature and often scares us into running back to our father and crying for help. What is the solution?
It's all about perspective...
|Who said double chins aren't cute?|
|Just when you think you can't figure it all out, you see a smile and nothing else matters anymore.|