Stomp. Thud. Whack. The ceiling sounds like it’s ready to rain down on us.
I smile and look down at my little hound dog, Daisy. Ruff! [Whimper.] She can’t decide if she’s defending our home or needing to cower.
Roofers rule the top of our house, showing the old, damaged shingles no mercy. The noise and commotion sound great to my ears. I know we’re getting the shelter of a much-needed new roof in return.
Daisy’s not convinced. I wish I could explain it to her. Wish she’d trust me when I tell her over and over, “It’s okay.”
She tucks her tail and paces anyway.
Do you think God ever feels like we do?
He allows noise and scary commotion in our lives to grow and benefit us. Out with the old, damaged bits. In with the new and improved things we need to heal and to carry out His will.
But we don’t understand or glimpse the big picture. We just feel the confusion.
He knows that. And He tries to comfort us. “It’s okay,” He whispers to us over and over. He wishes we’d just believe Him.
We’d do well to listen to the whisper and take shelter in His arms.
Even if we won’t understand this side of heaven.