A few weeks ago a 90 year old patient of my husband, a prolific artist, asked if could she paint something for our youngest to put on his wall. What a gift! So I unceremoniously, tore a scrap of cardboard from the packaging of a PJ Masks toy and asked her to paint Catboy, Gekko and Owlette, his favourites. But before I gave her the cardboard my son, Isaac, found it on my desk and played with it for two days.
When it mysteriously disappeared he did not mention it, until today. This morning, those of us who weren’t on school camp or at school arrived en masse at my husband’s physio clinic. My eldest son Toby, is doing rehab for a badly broken leg after a scooter accident and my youngest daughter, Grace, currently has a lung infection so she was getting some treatment for her breathing.
Coincidently the painter was there, with the scrap of cardboard. She wanted to double check the red in Owlette’s cape was more cherry than tomato. We were surreptitious but two year old eyes are keen and Isaac spotted, “My PJ Masks Paper!!”
We tried to explain what was going on. The painter would take ‘My PJ Masks paper!!’ and she would paint it. Well, he didn’t want it painted, he wanted to be able to see Catboy and Gekko and Owlette, not cover them up! So we explained she would draw a whole new ‘My PJ Masks paper!!’, and paint it, one for his wall.
That would not do.
“I neeeeeeed my PJ Masks paper!!”
Nothing we said made it better, we only made it worse. Until it became one of those times when you wished nobody knew who you were, especially not the boss’s wife and children. It was just too big a concept. In his mind a complete stranger, just stole my ‘PJ Masks paper!!’ How cruel can grannies get?
When my eldest son emerged from his treatment and came to find us outside he said, “What was that all about?”
He laughed when I explained, and we went on to talking about his day and the impossible problems he was about to face going back to school. How hate is not the answer. Then it hit me. I was having exactly the same conversation I had just had with my 2 year old. In fact if I thought about it, I have had the same conversation with myself this morning. We are all the same. What we have not seen with our eyes or heard with our ears what we have not yet imagined is so hard to face, because we can’t possibly conceive it in our minds let alone know the good that will come out of it.
I found my self saying to my 12 year old, “You and I can see what is going to happen for Isaac, we understand about the painting, we know the blessing to come, even though it is all a mystery to him. He thinks I’m a great fool for giving ‘my Pj Masks paper’ to that old lady, he thinks that old lady is a robber, but we both know the truth and we can be patient to wait for it”
“It’s the same for you,” I told him. “God sees what will happen for you at school, he knows the truth. Even though you can’t understand or imagine why you’ve been put in this situation, God can. We have to trust his patience. We have to have faith that he will work all things together for our good, because he loves us and we love him. We have to ask the Holy Spirit to help us, to give us everything we need to get through and prepare us for what is to come. He is the only one who really understands what we’re going through and he also know’s what God is planning.”
1 Corinthians 2:6-14 says,
However, as it is written:
“What no eye has seen,
what no ear has heard,
and what no human mind has conceived”—
the things God has prepared for those who love him—
these are the things God has revealed to us by his Spirit.
The Spirit searches all things, even the deep things of God. For who knows a person’s thoughts except their own spirit within them? In the same way no one knows the thoughts of God except the Spirit of God. What we have received is not the spirit of the world, but the Spirit who is from God, so that we may understand what God has freely given us. This is what we speak, not in words taught us by human wisdom but in words taught by the Spirit, explaining spiritual realities with Spirit-taught words. The person without the Spirit does not accept the things that come from the Spirit of God but considers them foolishness, and cannot understand them because they are discerned only through the Spirit.
Serious things happen. In our minds reasons for what has happened and what is about to happen next are impossible to conceive. We need the Holy Spirit when we just don’t understand, when we are afraid of what comes next. I believe in that moment we reach a new stage in our life cycle. At that point, if we will allow Him, God wants to transform us. There is nothing left to do but hop into a patience cocoon. Let ourselves be wrapped up in God’s love and Spirit. Just like my 2 year old had to let me enfold him in my arms and speak hope into his ears outside the Physiotherapy clinic before he could move on.
Inside the cocoon, alone with God, begins our transformation. Chew our way out too soon and we will still be a prickly caterpillar going nowhere. Wait the right amount of time and when we emerge, we will not be the same as we were. We cannot go back, we must move forward. It is time to fly, even if at first it looks impossible.
If you’re anxious and you’d like to pray through it, you might be helped by What To Do When We’re Anxious or maybe God has said and outright, “No – Stop!” to you. You might need the encouragement from, When God Says No. If it’s bullying you’re dealing with, you may like the post Trust – Without It We Bully.
Be encouraged today, be blessed,
Lots of love,
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