When God allows bad things to happen He is removing a spot at the back of my head that I would not even realise was there, but that could cause me some greater harm.
My eldest son has started styling his hair differently. Instead of waking up, brushing his teeth and slipping on the most comfortable clothes that he owns, my eldest son now spends a bit more time checking his appearance each morning before leaving the house.
Once of the new things that he does of a morning is that he brushes and styles his hair.
Each morning he has a raft of powders and waxes and gels that he uses in his hair to make sure that it stays just right and looks the way that he wishes it to look throughout the day.
And this is – I suppose – quite a normal thing for a nearly fourteen year old boy to be doing with his early morning routine time…
The other day, after we had already left the house, I noticed that there was a very small spot at the back of his hair where he had not really evenly distributed the powder that he uses to add texture to his hair and so there was a very little section that had a small white spot in it. This section of his hair looked a bit funny, and so, as soon as I could – and to save him from embarrassment – I discretely told him about the spot and I myself moved the powder in his hair so that it was evenly distributed.
Now, the spot was so small and the insignificant that I suspect that I was the only person to have noticed that spot at all. In fact, he could have probably gone through his whole day without realising that the spot had been there at all. And perhaps only a handful of people would have seen it. But – out of love for him – I drew his attention to the spot, and I helped him to fix it. And though this was a small embarrassment, it was not a large one…
And I have been thinking about that today, because that is similar to the way that God re-directs me – out of love for me – by removing the spots that I cannot even see in my life.
How many times has something really sad or embarrassing or upsetting happened to me, and I have thought to myself, “Why me?” Or I have railed against God and said, “Don’t you love me God? Why would you torment me with this?”
And when I think about that today I am quite ashamed, because it occurs to me that every time – ever single time – God is doing something to HELP me. When God allows bad things to happen – illness, misery, suffering or even death – He is removing a spot at the back of my head that I would not even realise was there, but that could cause me some greater harm.
And today, I pray for the Grace of Faith. True Faith. Because if I had true Faith in my Beloved, I would never question Him again…
For with prayer, I stand on Holy Ground where everything is clear. Here. At the Foot of the Cross.
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