During my worship time one day, I was feeling helpless and frustrated, with a tinge of resentment thrown in. I knew I had to be honest with God, so I confessed how I felt and cried out for help. Later, I received this image:
A two-story country house, surrounded by lawn and flowers. Beyond the lawn, the forest. It is late, not quit completely dark. Just light enough to see outside. A girl, standing, facing the front door.
The girl is in the house, facing the front door. It is locked. Through the window, she sees a lion, prowling outside and hears the roaring. On the porch, two men stand, pounding on the door. They are Mr. Resentment and Mr. Frustration.
She is standing there, alone, frightened and crying. Yet, she knows her Daddy is in the house. Why hasn’t she called out to him?
She finally calls out and here comes her Daddy. Her Daddy is tall and powerful. He opens the front door.
The lion sees him instantly and spins around, running away with its tail between its legs, just like a terrified dog. The two men grow pale with fear. They cannot get away fast enough, running, desperate to put distance between them and her Daddy. They run in the same direction as the lion-disappearing from sight into the forest.
Her Daddy is there, right by her side, smiling at her.
“Why didn’t you come sooner?” she asks. “I wouldn’t have been so afraid or felt so helpless all this time.”
He gently takes her hands in His hands and looks into her eyes. He had been waiting for her to call out to Him and to be honest about how she felt.
He said to her, “I was waiting for you to realize I was right here all along and to ask Me to step in and protect you. As long as you tried to stand against your feelings on your own, I could do nothing, for I will never force you to accept My presence or My help.”
She was so focused on the roaring and pounding and her helplessness that she never looked for her Daddy or even thought to shout out for help!
The Lord was telling that I was so focused on my problems and lack of solutions, that I was not trusting Him to help me. All I could hear was the pounding of my problems, demanding that I give in to frustration and resentment. I needed to remember that my Daddy was with me and He would address my problems in His time, not mine.
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