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Squirrels, Bunnies, and Patience

“Is it time to eat? What are we eating?” Chase’s favorite evening questions echoed in the warm kitchen.

I glanced at the microwave clock, checked the steaming vegetables, and turned the crock pot to warm. It was 6:55 and my hubby was on his way home. Summer’s lazy mornings coupled with a looming project deadline meant Trev might not appear until 7:00 pm or later.

“A couple minutes. Daddy will be here soon.”

Just then Jedi tore across the kitchen like Scooby Doo, legs flying and paws reaching, ramming his nose against the large kitchen window. A year ago Trev installed a dog door in our back sliders and another on the lanai, and with a fenced backyard our energetic Pointer/Boxer mix has free reign.

He loves laying in the sun-drenched backyard, his observant brown eyes alert for a sneaky squirrel trying to grab a bird seed snack on our bird feeder. He often runs from the backyard to the front window, and back again, to find out what’s happening in our neighborhood.

The object of his attention that night was a squirrel gathering food in our next door neighbor’s front yard, just below a tree. Jedi lives to chase squirrels, and since our neighbors had moved out a few months’ prior, the wildlife activity next door had picked up.

“Mom, look at Jedi.” Chase joined Jedi at the front window. “He’s shaking. Can we let him out?”

Jedi was indeed shaking, his hunting genes fully engaged. His eyes shadowed every movement of the bushy-tailed creature as it scurried about the yard.

“Not yet, I have to finish getting dinner ready.”

Jedi’s muscular hind legs shook as though we were in the middle of a California earthquake. As I started putting plates and napkins around the table, he let out a low, pleading howl.

“You’re just going to have to wait.”

“But let patience have its perfect work, that you may be perfect and complete, lacking nothing.” ~ James 1:4

I finished setting the table, and the cacophony of whining, dog-yodeling, and child giggling continued. I looked out the window to make sure no one was coming up the street, and Jedi scrambled after me to the front door, 70 pounds of quivering excitement.

When at last I opened the door, I was totally shocked to see a bunny bounding directly in front of us, through our front yard.

Visions of Cadbury eggs danced through my head…

Jedi took off like a shot, chasing the surprised bunny toward the woods on the other side of our neighbor’s house, the squirrel a distant memory. I dissolved into a bundle of shocked hilarity at the door.

A minute later, as Jedi trotted back inside, I commented, “Good thing I made you wait, puppy.”

Later God brought the squirrel and bunny situation to mind. Waiting. Patience. The process of holding off on something that seems good because Someone has something even better in store. “Stop. Wait. I know what’s best. Trust ME.”

Oswald Chambers explained, “God gives us a vision, and then He takes us down to the valley to batter us into the shape of that vision. It is in the valley that so many of us give up and faint. Every God-given vision will become real if we will only have patience.”

It’s difficult, but so necessary, and God’s best is always more than we could have asked for or imagined.

I’ve often bucked like an angry mustang at the hand God has held up or at the direction He’s leading me in, sometimes even charging ahead and getting myself into a mess. We’ll always fall flat when we’re apart from His plans. Yet…grace. He’s always patient and faithful to wait for me as I learn to wait for Him.

If God gave you a vision – His purpose for your life, for His glory – wait on Him for each footfall toward the vision you take. Listen to His voice and His word alone, and let Him lead. Don’t jump at a squirrel when He’s sending you a bunny.

But none of these things move me; nor do I count my life dear to myself, so that I may finish my race with joy, and the ministry which I received from the Lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God. ~ Acts 20:24

Clinging

 “Guys, you can let go. Let go of the cart.”

We were picking up a few groceries on a muggy summer afternoon. Thunder rumbled outside, the crescendo of rain beating against Target’s roof.

Rain poured down as my well of patience dried up.

Dry. Bucket-clanging dry.

We’d had a late night followed by an early morning as my hubby headed to Jacksonville at 6 am. My night owl ways weren’t meshing well with getting up early for VBS, and the lack of sleep didn’t bode well for my daily supply of patience.

I tried to ignore the 57 and 52-pound anchors randomly tugging on either side of the shopping cart.

“Boys, you can let go.”

(Was that my voice or an animal growling on aisle 7?)

Thankfully Cole heard and let go of the cart, but Chase’s hand didn’t budge. Unbalanced, we veered sharply in Chase’s direction.

Lord, please help me be nice to my children today. I closed my eyes as Chase’s hand continued squeezing the edge of the reddish-orange shopping cart.

Hrmf. Just let go, son!

We’d started our shopping excursion on the Lego aisle – surprise – and we were heading to books. Passing all things Lightning McQueen and the summer clearance aisles, I tried maneuvering the cart forward.

Instead I found myself nearly crashing into an end cap with newly released DVDs. I tried not to glare at Chase’s guilty right hand as it gripped the cart like an octopus tentacle.

My thoughts drifted to the Florida Aquarium…

Yet I had no right to scold them. After all, I allowed Cole and Chase the freedom to walk around in stores from the time they were toddlers. I wanted them to learn to stay close-by even when they were physically separate from me.

Freedom with boundaries.

I also taught them to grab onto the side of the cart as we moved from aisle to aisle, or from check-out line to the parking lot. It made life easier for me and safer for them. So for most of their lives, it’d been drilled into them to cling carefully to the cart.

Now, at the age of 5 and 7, they’re pretty good about staying in close proximity to me and the cart.

Tentacles…

That afternoon we were nearly alone in the large store. Chase didn’t need to cling to the cart, but the training he’d received from his toddler years was part of who he was, affecting his actions and the choices he made. 

“Only be careful to observe the commandment and the law that Moses the servant of the Lord commanded you, to love the Lord your God, and to walk in all his ways and to keep his commandments and to cling to him and to serve him with all your heart and with all your soul.” ~ Joshua 22:5

What do I cling to? Or, Whom?

When we teach our children about the Bible and about God’s grace, forgiveness, and power, it settles into their intellect. Biblical truths become part of the foundational knowledge that fills their minds.

As a parent, I pray that God’s word settles into who they are.

Just as important is teaching them about the intimate, personal love of our Heavenly Father. Jesus is the evidence of God’s love for us, a perfect Savior we don’t deserve but God offers regardless (Ephesians 2:4-9).

Throughout Scripture we read about our Creator’s love for us. He knows every place we’ve been and He keeps the tears we’ve shed (Psalm 56:8). God immediately offers His help and protection when we look to Him and cry out in distress (Psalm 121:1-8).

God will always be found when someone is truly searching for Him in the Bible and confesses Jesus as Savior (Acts 8:26-40).

Thank you Lord, for Jesus. I cling to Him.  

Through hard trials and experience, I’m learning to cling to God’s Son rather than anything transient in this world. True to the promises in Scripture, Jesus’ strength carried me through every situation I’ve faced in life (Philippians 4:13), and I know it will for our sons as well.

I looked down at Chase’s compact hand,wrapped tightly around the top of the bright orange-red cart.

Cling to Jesus, son. He will never lead you astray.

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