The other day I was at my wit’s end. I forgot a doctor’s appointment. I couldn’t figure out an important password. I had started an Amazon account by mistake. Then some code came to my phone and I had no idea why. So I’m pacing around the house. My wife, who is watching me, asks, ‘Do you need help with something?’ How did she know? Was it the profane word I used? Was it my gesture of pulling my hair out? Going out of my mind?
Well, she saved me, got me out of the mess, helped me with codes and passwords, and even made up a couple of new ones.
Whew, how does she do it? Not the computer stuff but rather how she still loves me after fifty-two years of dealing with me: a type A firstborn who can’t sit still and is often melancholy? I swear. Oops.
But she loves me. She gets frustrated with me. But she loves me.
I think about God this way. God knows me inside out and I’m sure gets frustrated with me. ‘Settle down, George’, I can hear him say. I want to pray more but many times find some project I need to do or some book I need or want to read. ‘Be still, George.’
But God loves me. He’s said it so many times. Read Psalm 139. The psalmist tells us how God put us together. And we’ll understand that while God may get frustrated with us, God never disappointed in us.
It is our helplessness that causes us to come to our Abba who reassures us that no matter what, nothing will separate us from God’s love. Not our bad moods. Not our hair-pulling moments Not our around-the-house moments.
If we listen for a moment we will hear, ‘Do you need help with something?’ And then comes the time to grow up a little more.
By the way. Happy Birthday to my wife, Gigi. Yesterday. Too frazzled to get it done until today.