Why Haven’t You Called?
Growing up, my relationship with my Mother wasn’t all that either of us had expected. So, needless to say, after I was married at a very young age, our relationship was better because I lived far away. Later though, when she moved into my town and we were both much older, she wanted to be friends. That was never addressed up-front but implied, and I wasn’t really listening very well. Anyway, to make a long story shorter, my mom would get upset with me if I didn’t call her on the phone often enough.
But when I did call, she scolded me for not calling and that made me not want to call her at all. Is it any wonder that every once in a while when I haven’t spent as much time with my Jesus as my conscience tells me I should, that I have that feeling that when I do “call” Him, He may be upset with me? Oh foolish girl, remember who you are calling. The one who knows you better than you know yourself, the one who knows your Mother and all that made her the way she was. The very one who knows how His love is healing and helping you “grow up, in all things.” I know I’m not the only one who has issues that sometimes get in the way of allowing our precious Heavenly Father and Elder Brother and Savior from lavishing their love, patience and wisdom on us. It’s hard not to impose the characteristics of our earthly relationships on our Heavenly relationship.
Thank you Lord, that I can “call “ You any time of the day or night, in my times of self-inflicted bad moods, or unfounded self-pity, or unnecessary loneliness. You will always answer and be overjoyed to hear from me. Ready to listen, never to judge or condemn, but always desiring to heal and make me whole, wrapping me in Your loving, restoring presence. Thank you, thank you , thank you.