My grandchildren (8 and 9) had an harrowing experience while visiting with us. They were playing outside and decided to open our metal barn by pushing the entry numbers. Next they pushed the numbers so that the door started to close. As it was lowering, they rushed into the barn. They did not realize there was not a keypad inside. There was a button on the side of the door but they did not know that so thought they would never get out.
They began banging on the door with a shovel and screaming as loud as they could. It was only a couple of minutes before I heard the noise and came outside to rescue them. They were screaming and crying so loudly they did not realize I was right on the other side of the door. I opened the door and let them out. My granddaughter was crying and said, "Nanny, I thought you couldn't hear us and we were going to die in there."
I told this story because it reminded me of myself and God. I get myself into some mess by making a foolish decision and I start screaming, "God, help. Where are you?" I don't even realize he is right there on the other side of the door, has been all the time. He knows there is a way out and will deliver me from my difficulty even though it was of my own making. Such a wonderful God!
Learning from my grandchildren, Gloria