That Bad Kid
That bad kid's been in the neighborhood again. We used to play together all the time and somehow there I ended up out by the street playing with him again. I really don't like playing with him. He's a bully. He decides what I should think and do and because I hung around with him so often in the past I found myself fitting right back into that old dynamic.
I knew I was unhappy. I knew I wouldn't feel like this if I were back home with Daddy. I just seemed all disoriented. Sometimes I would squat down there on the street and try real hard to pretend I was back home with Daddy. I'd try to remember the feeling of Daddy's arms around me and the security I always felt with Him. But, fact was, I was just squatting on the street and that bad kid was still there trying to get me to play with him.
This morning I remembered something though. I remembered Daddy had told me to just turn my back to whatever was bad and run to Him. It seemed so easy! Immediately I turned my back on the bad kid and the street and ran as fast as I could toward Daddy's house. I ran and ran and ran and there He was with His arms open for me. I stretched up my arms, which just barely reached to His waist, and hugged Him for dear life. He sat down and lifted me into His lap and just held me snugly. He assured me that I was His little girl and He was my daddy. He said I didn't need to worry or be anxious about what to do like the kid on the street told me I did. He said as the Daddy He would decide what we'd do today and all I had to do was just come along with Him.
We sat there together for a long time. Being with Him was all I needed or wanted--all I'll ever need or ever want.
Acts 3:19 (NIV)
Repent, then, and turn to God, so that your sins may be wiped out, that times of refreshing may come from the Lord.
Psalm 37:40 (NIV)
The Lord helps them and delivers them, he delivers them from the wicked and saves them, because they take refuge in him.
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