I think this was one of the first times that I ever got to sit and have intentional time with The Lord. Prayer was kind of a mess today but something that left me with a lot of thought in my brain was when I saw two kids, presumably brothers, walking home from school. I did not see them at first, but the younger one was screaming about how he hated his brother. The brother kept going on about how he was the worst person in all of history so on and so forth. Someone who would have just passed by the conversation would have thought nothing of it but then as I was left to my own thoughts, I began to feel really terrible.
What if he meant what he was saying?
Children have an excellent tendency to mean what they say. Either by lack of words in their vocabulary, or just simply what is on their hearts. Jesus said that in order to enter heaven, one needs to have faith like a child. So much of how we as adults carry ourselves is based upon what others perceive of us. The thing that scares me so much about what the little boy said is that, many of us tend to keep our honest opinions to ourselves; leaving us to rot in our thoughts. When we can’t take it anymore, we burst in what some of us call “holy anger” but in reality it was only inevitable because we chose not to really address it.
What I love about the little boy is that while he is expressing what may be honest and true feelings, the older brother is just acting calmly and reasoning with the boy. Nothing really will come out of it, I’m sure as many of us have done this as children. But just in the same way, our father does the same thing by listening and rationalzing with us. Whether or not we want to listen to what he has to say… That’s another story.
God taught me a lot during the hour I had to myself, becasue a lot of the answers to my own questions were already given to me by the life that he has given me. I should give thanks, knowing that he has changed me and given me a better life.
