Again? (A FMF writing exercise- again)

When my kids were little they loved for me to throw them up in the air and catch them.  Their laughter was almost always followed by the same squeal when I set them down, “Again, Daddy, again!”  Most of the time I would do it until I almost couldn’t lift my arms because I loved to hear my children laugh.  Even though my wife would worry  that I might drop them on their heads, hitting the ground was never their concern,  Daddy was going to catch them because I always had.

Then there is the other side of again.  Although my son is very bright, school was not a priority for him.  Homework, to him, was just something his teacher might have suggested he do rather than something mandatory.  The politically correct term would be strong willed but let’s be honest, he was just stubborn.  He would say things like, “I did one problem so the teacher knows I know how to do it.  Why do I have to do 25 more?”  I attribute many of my gray hairs or those that have fallen out to these homework battle of wills.  Many nights it was a challenge to get him to finish his work.  I have no idea how many times I gritted my teeth and said, “Why does the same thing happen every night? Why do we have to do this again, and again and again?  Why don’t you just get it done and then you can go play or whatever.”  I know I wasn’t very patient or understanding.  When he graduated, I have to admit I breathed a sigh of relief that the nightly struggles were over.

I am so glad God doesn’t look at us the way I looked at the homework ordeals. He doesn’t get tired when I keep failing in the same way over and over and over again.  He doesn’t say, “Not again? Why can’t you get it right?”  Jesus doesn’t regret His sacrifice because I keep sinning again and again.  Instead in Psalm 103:12, He tells me that He removes my sin as far as the east is from the west.   God doesn’t roll His eyes or shake His head when I come to Him.  He doesn’t list all my past sins because they have been forgiven and forgotten.

I so want to be more like my kids were when they said, “Again, Daddy, again!”  I want to go to God with that kind of excitement because He is always there to catch me.  The chorus of Steven Curtis Chapman’s song. My Redeemer is Faithful and True, goes :

My Redeemer is faithful and true.
Everything He has said He will do,
And every morning His mercies are new.
My Redeemer is faithful and true.

No matter what I’ve done I can go to God my heavenly Father and say, “Again, Daddy, again!”

Psalm 103:12

12 As far as the east is from the west,
so far has He removed
our transgressions from us.

(Check out more blogs by Christian writers @ FiveMinuteFriday.com hosted by Kate Motaung

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One response to this post.

  1. I think it may come as a surprise
    from a God so patient and so kind,
    that, meeting me, He’ll roll His eyes,
    “Boy, you’ll make Me lose My mind!”
    Like the magnetized Iron filing,
    I attract the wayward fun
    of formal ballroom horseback riding
    and a hot load in a black-powder gun.
    I’m sure that God has ground His teeth
    so hard that it caused Him pain,
    as He watched that which went on beneath,
    “For Pete’s sake, dude, not AGAIN!”
    Perhaps it’s among His sacred joys
    to shake His head: “Boys will be boys.”

    #1 at FMF this week.

    https://blessed-are-the-pure-of-heart.blogspot.com/2019/08/your-dying-spouse-656-remember-me-thus.html

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