The sun beat down on the glossy water , gracefully reflecting sweet pigtails and a precious smile. Fondly I gazed at my sixth child, a special gift from God in her own right. We were walking together in the lazy river at the local pool.
Well, if you can call it “walking together.”
Anyone out there have a terrific temper-tantrum-throwing two-year-old?
(I see that hand.)
Sweet T was having a lovely time exhibiting her endearing attitude of not wanting to hold my hand in the water. So even though the water was up to her neck, she bobbed her way along the side…
Refusing my assistance.
With no desire for my help in the least.little.way.
We reached “the buckets.”
A series of 4 rows and 4 columns of buckets that dump water right over your head at varying patterns. Too many for a toddler mind to comprehend.
The only hope is to escape at just the right window of perfectly-timed opportunity.
There was no bell sounding that the buckets were ahead. No warning that my pretty girl could readily identify other than seeing them.
Just the sudden urgency that something was bigger than she.
Water up to her neck was one thing, but water coming down from above at the same time? She would literally be in over her head.
This she sensed. This she saw. This she felt.
And then, Toddler T became completely dependent. A call for “Oh, no. The buckets!” paired with “Help me, Mommy!” made it evident that the earlier charade of complete and total independence was …
I chuckled to myself over her response.
But the whisper in my heart asked:
“What is so funny, Child of God? You act just like that temper-tantrum throwing toddler. You want me to stand by you, but you bob along your merry little way. I’m here for you, Daughter of Mine. But if you will just rely on me completely, depending on me fiercely, you will find that you are not alone. That independence and freedom you seek will be found in Me. Not without Me. Those buckets? They are for your good.”
And I prayed.
“O Lord. Send more buckets my way. Fill them to the top, brimming over; so that when they pour out, I will be relying fully on you. If that is what it takes for complete surrender, I humble myself. Because the buckets are what make me…
Blessed is the man who trusts in the LORD, whose trust is the LORD.