If I have learned done thing with priming and painting walls it is that you have a lot of time to think. There are parts of the job that require you to pay extra attention, like painting next to the ceiling, but for the most part you are just pushing the roller up and down. It is those times when you think.
I was priming the kid’s bathroom and a sweet memory popped up.
It was when the twins were about 5 years old. I was calling the twins to lunch. Kathy came right away, but not Will. She told me Will was mad at me and was hiding. I smiled and went looking for him.
I found him behind the bathroom door,
His back was against the wall, at the right of the picture, and his little feet were touching the other wall. His little arms were crossed and his little face had the sweetest, most angry look I had ever seen. I asked him why he was mad. He wouldn’t talk to me.
I told him I was making spaghetti for lunch and when he was ready he could come eat.
All you parents know how hard it is to keep a straight and serious face when what you really want to do is smile and maybe even giggle.
A few minutes later I went back up to check on him. He was still in his hiding place, but this time he was dressed. Again, it was all I could do to keep from smiling and giggling. It was such a sweet moment. But, my precious Little Fellow still had his arms crossed and that sweet, angry look on his face.
While I was remembering this, God popped a question in my mind.
Apparently, God thinks that painting is a good time to talk.
His question was, where do I go when I get mad at Him? Maybe He’s not answering a prayer, or answering it fast enough. Maybe I am going through hard times that are no fault of my own. We have all been mad at God before. Where do we hide when we get mad?
Where can we go to hide?
“Where can I go from your Spirit?
Where can I flee from your presence?
If I go up to the heavens, you are there;
if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.
If I rise on the wings of the dawn,
if I settle on the far side of the sea,
even there your hand will guide me,
your right hand will hold me fast.
If I say, “Surely the darkness will hide me
and the light become night around me,”
even the darkness will not be dark to you;
the night will shine like the day,
for darkness is as light to you. Psalm 139:7-12
There is nowhere we can go. Sometimes, God has to let us sit where we are, trying to hide and let us pout. When we get over our little pity party, He lovingly stretches out His arms and gives us a hug, tells us He loves us.
Then we join Him at the table and eat our spaghetti.