Where can I go from your Spirit?

    Where can I flee from your presence?

If I go up to the heavens, you are there;

    if I make my bed in the depths, you are there.

If I rise on the wings of the dawn,

    if I settle on the far side of the sea, 

even there your hand will guide me,

    your right hand will hold me fast.

Psalm 139:7-10

 

I love knowing that it’s impossible for me to ever be out of God’s presence. He guides and holds me firm, not to confine me, but to support and keep me safe to him.

One evening while babysitting Faith she disappeared, so I went to check on her.

She was playing and talking to her Lamby on the floor in the back bedroom. Nothing was wrong, but she startled and looked guilty when I opened the door.

I commented that she and Lamby were playing. She immediately pointed her finger to the door and said, “You go in there (out of the room) and shut the door.”

I said, “No, you keep the door open.” (I worry she’ll lock herself in).

She kept her eyes trained on mine, turned her head to the side (while squinting her eyes) and said loudly “That’s NOT my word!!”

I said, “No, that’s not your word, that’s MY word and I’m bigger than you.”

And she replied even louder, “I AM NOT BIGGER THAN YOU.”

I was slightly confused, and giggling to myself, at the turn in our conversation. The louder she argued, the harder it was to tell which side of the argument she was taking. Which makes perfect sense because she’s two years old.

Makes me wonder if sometimes the Lord just shakes his head and smiles at my protestations too.