On the light of Mother’s Day, I want to share a little story of my motherhood life. One morning, I woke up tired due to lack of sleep. My cute little boy decided to wake us up a lot the night before. That morning, I was holding my little one on one hand while trying to grab his food container from our fridge with the other. I placed the glass container filled with steamed ground chicken on the counter and decided that I need to put my baby down because I need to make him porridge too. As soon as I put him down, I realized that the glass container was placed poorly on the edge of the counter top, but I was too late. As soon as I realized it, the glass container filled with my baby’s lunch is shattered into tiny little pieces on our wood floors. I was horrified. My baby was on the floor! Quickly, I grabbed my curious baby who was about to meddle with the glasses, and hold him tight. I said sorry repeatedly while whisking him away from the mess. Knowing he would cry as soon as I leave him to clean, I knelt by his playpen which is not too far away from the kitchen, and told him, “Luke, I am sorry I broke the glass. I have to go and clean the glass. It will take some time. I will be back.” I checked his arms and legs if he got hurt anywhere, but he was okay! Thank God!
I hurried and started cleaning the floor. I went back and forth multiple times from the floor to the bin. Carefully, I wiped and picked the tiniest pieces with tiny wet cloth to make sure nothing left behind. Meanwhile, in his playpen, my little Luke, was crying loudly. His crying intensifies as I took my time to check and recheck the floor. I look to Luke every now and then, “It’s okay, Luke. You are okay. Mommy is cleaning so you can play again safely after.” After cleaning for some time, I took off my sandals and started to walk barefooted, intentionally rubbing my feet on the floor to feel if any tiny pieces of glass left behind. I spent something like 30 to 45 minutes total to do all these, and then I decided that all is well now. Then, I pick my little Luke and hug him as he continues to sob, his way of complaining and telling me that he hated waiting that long.
As I comforted Luke in my arms, I was struck by this revelation. This is the heart of our Heavenly Father. A lot of time, we as His children are being saved from harm. We do not know what we are about to meddle with, but God knows. His eyes are filled with wisdom and He knows what we are about to get into. Thus, knowing how things could potentially harm us, God has to place us in our “playpen” and makes us wait. The wait to us who don’t get God’s concept of time will feel long just like how it was horrendously long 30 minutes for Luke. The Bible even says, “But you must not forget this one thing, dear friends: A day is like a thousand years to the Lord, and a thousand years is like a day” (2 Peter 3:8). Just like my Luke, we probably cry in pain and yell out loud in desperation for us to be out and about. We want that breakthrough from our situations right now. We are in dire need of it. Now looking back to my story, we’ll see what God is doing. When we are crying, God is not sitting around and just happily watch our tears. God wants to break us out too. God is working for us. He is preparing for us. He wants no harm for us. In fact, He walks on that path we are about to walk on before us. He traces every corner to make sure that He allows no harm to get to us. The Bible says, “Do not be afraid or discouraged, for the LORD will personally go ahead of you. He will be with you; he will neither fail you nor abandon you" (Deuteronomy 31:8).
God so loved us, He sent Jesus, so we no longer have to fear what is ahead of us. All our enemies, including death, which is our final enemy, has rendered defeated (1 Corinthians 15:24-26)! Victory belongs to us, and Jesus grants it with His life! Knowing this, my dear brothers and sisters in Christ, we shall see our lives with new eyes and perspective. Our waiting time will not be forever. Our breakthrough is coming. Let us all not look at ourselves as victims, but as victors. Let us believe in the grand love our Heavenly Father has for us.
Written by: Merlyn Martin