With his big strong arms and long strides, he’d lean forward, pulling me up the gravel driveway in a wagon piled high with toys. “Hold on! Here we go,” he’d warn.
As a child, I loved to pile my favorite dolls and stuffed animals into my little red wagon, plop myself in the middle of them, and charm my father into pulling me. It was more fun than pushing or pulling someone myself.
The ride was bumpy, but it only added to the adventure. When he turned at the end of the driveway, I’d squeal, “Faster, Daddy, faster!” Then, with the breeze brushing my face, I’d open my mouth wide and say, “Ahh—,” just so I could hear the vibration of my voice as the wagon bounced over the gravel.
The fun always ended too soon―much faster than when I was the one doing the pushing or pulling.
When was the last time you were simply along for the ride? There are times when God requires us to participate in our circumstances, asking us to draw upon His strength as we push or pull through. At other times, He tells us to relax in the process and wait on His timing.
Positioning myself in the presence of my Father through journaling helps me discern my role as I travel through rocky situations. As I write out my concerns and lift them up to God, He reminds me of His love and of how my trials pale in comparison to His unmatched ability to carry my load and pull me through.
Curl up in the middle of God’s presence, pile your troubles on His broad shoulders, and wait for the Holy Spirit’s gentle tug on your heart. Then—hold on. Your Father’s making the turn.
“Faster, Daddy, Faster!”
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