“Look up! Find the walrus!”
Briefly, she looks up.
I pour the water, trying to rinse away soap.
She jerks her head down–too soon.
The wailing begins.
I wipe her eyes patiently and explain, again, that if she’ll just keep looking up, the water won’t go in her eyes.
We try again. Same thing. I tell her to look up. She looks down. The water goes in her eyes.
This scene, or one very like it, has been repeated countless times in the bathtub in our home (and I have a sneaking suspicion that it may happen in other homes too.). For some reason, little people find it very difficult to understand that when they look down, the water goes in their eyes and hurts them. This seems very odd to me, since it happens every single time. And yet, they continue. For a while. Until finally, finally they learn.
I was thinking about this recently, after yet another bath time that included this little scene… and I realized that I am like that.
God says, “Look up! Look at Me!”
Briefly, I obey.
And then I jerk my head back down and–whoosh go the troubles, into my eyes, blinding me to His goodness and causing me unnecessary pain.
And He patiently reminds me, once again, to look up.
It’s so simple, really, and so common sense. Yet, in my foolish rebellion, I continue to look back down. And He continues to remind me. I’m very grateful.
And someday… someday, maybe I’ll finally learn, too, like all the siblings preceding Esther did–just look up.
And keep looking up.