We just got our bobbers in the water when the clouds turned fierce. Dad and daughter fishing trips were something we both delighted in.
With a long sigh I turned to her and said, “I’m sorry dear. We must get away from the water before the lightening comes.”
Tears welled up in her eyes. She knew it was true but she didn’t know why God would cut our fishing trip short. “Dad,“ tears now running down her cheeks, “why would God make it rain now? He knows how we like to fish so much.”
We were in the car by then, large globs of rain began to pepper the windshield.
”Ask Him, my dear,” I encouraged her.
She sat quietly for a while while I turned onto the road home. With a long sigh, followed by a wipe of her tears, she turned to me and matter of factly stated, “He said it was time to water the crops right now.”
“That sounds like our Father, Sarah,” I smiled at her, “Let’s go home and build some Legos.
She was 6 at the time. True story.
Just yesterday she, now 23, called her dad to discuss a lucrative business contract. We discussed the particulars and where the lawyers needed more clarity. I assured her that what she was discerning was accurate and spirit-led. At the end she said, “Thanks, pops. I just needed to talk with my dad. I’m settled about it now.”
God is good.
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