This is my son, Jonah. He is mischievous, disobedient, flatulent, and rowdy--and I could never ask for a better buddy in the whole world.
My kids teach me lessons on a daily basis, but the lesson my son taught me recently has made quite an impact on my life.
It was the typical morning; my wife was furiously packing lunch boxes, the kids were getting dressed, and I was packing a suitcase. I travel almost every week with my job, so packing a bag has become the norm.
But this particular morning Jonah had wrapped his arms and legs tightly around my leg and would not let go. He held on so tightly, adding a loud groan and clinched face letting me know how hard it would be to separate him. I finally managed to pry him off of my leg. I quickly turned to get my suitcase and walked out to my car. As soon as I turned the key in the ignition, I saw his head in my rear view mirror. I still do not know how he got out the door and into the back seat of my car so quickly.
I got out of the front seat and sat beside him. "Jonah, what is wrong?" I asked him as tears started rolling down his cheeks.
"I wish God never invented work. Then you could stay with me always." He laid his head against my shoulder and kept crying.
"Jonah, I have to work because..." I stopped my justification before I could even begin. I realized that he will never understand the complexity of my world. There is nothing I could say to him that would make him understand. I tried to explain to Jonah that he needed to trust daddy.
As I drove away that morning, wiping the tears from my own cheeks, I thought about how that situation was so similar to the relationship I have with my Heavenly Father. I try to understand why certain things are allowed to happen or why he seems to have left me at times. I will never be able to understand the complexities of his world and there is nothing he could say that would help me to understand the reason for it all. I just need to trust him.



