God is my Heavenly Father.
As a human I think in my human mind, and in my human context. I take all my human-ness and stamp it right on God. I picture Him providing for my fleshly self and my fleshly needs. I think His great concern is not my circumstances and what's going on in the workings of my life.
Oh, He does care. And He will see that things are well cared for one way or another, but there is so much more. And He is not a human, He took on flesh. That makes for one large discrepancy.
The Holy Spirit has been whispering into my soul this truth. God is not a man that He would act like one. He is not flesh and bones that He would have a knee jerk response, or be moved by emotion. God is not broken that the justice He seeks is not for harm, but for perfect good.
The millstone grinds slow, but it grinds fine, a wise man told me. I believe My Heavenly Father, sees it all, and He is not as interested in grinding the issues and upsets out of my life, as much as He is interested in refining my soul. Where there was harsh words, He is working joyful long-suffering. Where there was anger, there is trust that He sees and He will respond according to His good purpose. Where there is loneliness, He is filling the gaps of my life with His presence.
And this is My Heavenly Father, My Perfect Father. The one I cannot see or touch. Yet. But I see His hand. It has brought me here. To this peaceful place amidst the struggle, the responsibility, and the insecurity. The storms around me, His child, are not His greatest priority. That I learn to trust and rely on His good and perfect will for my life. That is My Heavenly Father. He has grown me and stretched me, but I am so thankful.
In it all, I know Him more. I trust Him more. I see His ways and can sense the direction He is going. That happens in trial and testing. The playground days don't bring about change and growth, it the pressure of the tests that do that.
And He is not a Father to leave His child behind. He will carry me all the way Home. Heavenly Home.
