We have a really big swing in our yard. Three grandkids and I can all get on it at the same time. Plus, it’s tethered to a really high crossbar, so it swings a long way.
The other day, two of the grandkids were on it, swinging happily, when another one almost walked right in front of their trajectory. I grabbed him just in time, but not before I startled him. Badly. He cried. Couldn’t understand why grandpa grabbed him. It was an unnerving moment for the little guy.
What I found amusing was that if I had let him go, he would have had serious reason to cry. The swing would have knocked him down … or worse. I was actually rescuing him, and he was upset about it.
And then it dawned on me. I couldn’t help but wonder how many times I’ve played out that same scenario with God. His hand swooped in and saved me from some sort of mishap, and how did I respond? Mad. Frustrated. Unhappy. Disgruntled.
And why? Because I didn’t see from His perspective.
“For my thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, declares the Lord. For as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts than your thoughts.” (Isaiah 55:8-9)
Dare we trust Him even when we don’t get it?
“For the foolishness of God is wiser than men, and the weakness of God is stronger than men.” (1 Corinthians 1:25)