Isn’t it interesting how the same event can be bliss for one person and torture for another? Take haircuts, for example. I love every second of it. The spinny chair. The small talk. The snip-snip and the shampoo scent. I always walk out of the salon feeling pampered and pumped up.
Now, for my little Riffer, it’s a whole other story. The minute I put him in the car, he starts shaking. He knows. When I hand off Riff to Holly the groomer, his brown eyes beg, “Don’t leave me here!”
But I do.
I know he’ll feel all frisky when it’s over. I know he’ll look adorable and smell clean and fresh. I know I can trust Holly to take good care of him.
Sorry, Riff, but it’s for your own good.
I’m feeling a bit like Riff right now. Some folks love the excitement of the unknown. They thrive on spontaneity and get bored with routine. I’m not one of those people.
I don’t like surprises, even good ones. I like to feel in-control of my surroundings and my day-to-day routine. I enjoy setting down roots and staying put for a long, long time.
Yet, here I find myself all up-in-the-air. Do I move “back home” to Louisiana, or do I stay put here in Arizona? Do I embark on a new career path, or do I return to the classroom? The season of wait-and-see has me shaking in my sandals. I can just picture God’s loving eyes watching me beg, “Don’t leave me here!”
But He is.
He knows I’ll feel all fired up and blown away when it’s over. He knows this season will make me look more like Him. He knows I trust Him to take care of me, even when I don’t act like it.
Sorry, LeeBird, but it’s for your own good.
“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose” (Romans 8:28 NIV).
I trust You.
I’m listening to You.
I’ll obey You.