Thursday, June 25, 2015

“I know God won't give me anything I can't handle. I just wish he didn't trust me so much.” ― Mother Teresa

The big news is that our court case has been continued until September 10th because of a huge backlog of cases.  Our attorney says that wouldn’t have happened if we did not have such a good case.  In other words, according to the attorney, this is good news and almost the same as a win.  However, it is not what we expected and this has upset me somewhat.  Then I remembered that when my brother-in-law, John, was around six, he was always getting into trouble for leaving the refrigerator door open. This was back in the 1950s when refrigerator doors didn’t shut themselves and air conditioning in a home was a rarity.
John loved to play outside, and the West Texas heat didn’t deter him even a little. However, he did need constant watering which led to frequent trips inside the house to get water out of the jar in the refrigerator.  Cleverly, that bright little boy took a three-foot piece of aquarium tubing, and he stuck one end into the bottom of the water jar, taped the tubing to the inside wall of the refrigerator, then ran it around the edge of the refrigerator and taped the other end to the outside  wall of the refrigerator and closed the door. Now he could suck on the outside piece of tubing and get water from inside the refrigerator without having to open the door.
It was neat, and it worked. For several days, he played, ran in for sips of cold water and didn’t get into trouble.  One Saturday though, his father (a practical joker of the first order) watched as John ran in, gulped water through the tubing, and ran back out. As soon as John was outside, his father opened the refrigerator and took the tubing out of the water jar and put it into the orange juice carton and closed the door.  It wasn’t long before a thirsty little John came running back in for a quick drink. He took a big gulp and spewed orange juice all over the kitchen, sputtering and gagging. His father found this incredibly funny (and it was, sort of), but John was fit to be tied.
       It wasn’t that he didn’t like orange juice, or that it wasn’t good for him, but he expected water and got something else. It was not getting what he expected that caused him to think he had been poisoned.  Most of us are like John and the orange juice when it comes to prayer.  We pray for what will give us the same kind of relief that John got from his drink of water—like a positive court ruling. But God doesn’t work like that. The orange juice was a gift from God and a good thing, it just wasn’t what was expected.  We so often pray for relief and expect water when God sends us orange juice. God is not playing practical jokes on us, but rather is the good Father who knows what we need more than we do.  Like the quote, I just wish He didn’t trust me so much.
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