couple of days ago, when I was looking for door keys in front of my place, I saw a very interesting scene, there’s a mother walking and holding the hand of her 3-year-old boy, who were crying his lungs out, I find it so adorable because although he cried and cried, his mom just pretended that nothing happened and keep walking with him.
And in that moment I realized, that’s probably just like me, these days i know really well that God is molding and shaping my character, push me really hard out of my beloved castle that I build to avoid the outside world. During the process I cried, I protested, I complained, and screaming “God, whyyyyy?? I can’t ! I don’t want to ! It hurtss!!” And God’s just like the boy’s mother, keep making me walk my desert. Just like that mother, He knows I need to go through this process. But often, I forgot and neglect the fact that His hand, never far away from mine, His hand was, is, and always be holding mine. I’m not left alone, sometimes I am alone, but it doesn’t meant that I’m lonely, He knows that I have to shatter my confidence in myself, to make me learn that I can do nothing outside of Him, I have to learn to rely and just trust Him in any kind of situation.
God, please don’t let go of my naughty and rebellious hand, if You need to, please drag me when I refuse to walk, give me strength not to runaway and go astray.
