I paused on the staircase, overhearing my boys’ conversation. One was saying, “If you want me to go get the suitcase in the storage room, I will.” The other said, “No, I can fit all my stuff in my bag.”
You may have bigger grievances. Maybe you’ve experienced cancer or infidelity or unemployment or losing a baby. You’re filled with injustice, wondering why anybody would be part of God’s family if this is what he dishes out. So you’re packing your bags.
And God is a way better parent than I am. He doesn’t say anything about the door being open, or good luck finding a better gig. Rather, he says that no one can snatch his children away. They are each tucked securely into his hand (John 10:28).
‘But what about all of this injustice?’, the Runaway asks, her suitcase in hand.
And this is where my parenting is a bit more reflective of God’s. Sometimes, when I have my kids vacuum, it’s not because the carpet needs it, but because my kids do. I wouldn’t make the neighbor kids vacuum. Only my own. Because it’s good for them–for their training.
And God says that when he disciplines us, he’s treating us like sons. (Hebrews 12:6-11) He asks that we endure the deeply painful circumstances which seem needless or unfair. He says that it’s good for us–for our training.
But he doesn’t turn on his heel and say, “Your choice.” No, he gently comforts the runaway with his plans for the future saying, “Soon I will call you to my side, to live in the place I am preparing for you. On that day, I’ll wipe the tears from your face, and justice will be yours! So, unpack for a time. The place I’m preparing for you has everything you need.”