Whew!

May has been crazy….and it’s over!
Wow!
Shauna spent a week with her grandmother in Missouri a few weeks back. I had the three older kids.
Wow!
It actually went really well. I managed to clothe and feed them every day that Shauna was gone! 
We had some good times together.
Then a week ago we went down to Los Altos in CA to visit my sister and her family!
Wow!
We had 4 adults and six kids running around. It was busy, but it was also very nice and at times, relaxing. Sometimes it is nice to get out of town and be with family. Our kids got along wonderfully, and aside from the 14 hour drive home, it was fun!
It was on the car ride down to Los Altos where my wife made an interesting observation about our son and our own relationship to God.
Raiden was continually saying that he wanted to get to “Uncle Woody’s” house. Then, when tired of the trip at various points would exclaim for no real reason,
“We are never going to get to Uncle Woody’s house.”
It’s what every parent with kids experiences on a long road trip.
Our son knew that we were on a journey.
He knew that we were destined for “Uncle Woody’s” house.
We were feeding him along the way.
He got chances to get out and stretch his legs at rest areas.
He even got to enjoy DVD’s (Man…back in my day….we never….)
We knew that we would eventually get there, but his understanding of how many miles and how many hours was not developed enough to give him comfort.
Raiden really had to trust that we would get him there, and that we would do it as safely as we could and as quickly as our plan allowed.
Along the way there was some great scenery, but we think that he missed alot of it because he was complaining about not being there, and he was glued to what he knew…the DVD player….and of course, kids at his age really aren’t interested in scenery that much.
In the end, we got to our destination safely, and pretty much on time. We had some bumps along the way….our 4 month old needed to stop at more rest areas to eat than we had imagined and she cried a bit, but that was pretty much it.
So……
On this journey to Scotland,
We know that God intends for us to be in Glasgow. He has made that abundantly clear.
We are being taken care of with our needs. We have food and shelter.
But, I continue to ask over and over again (much more often than my son ever did)
“When are we going to be in Glasgow?”
And sometimes (although I hate to admit it) I do say “I don’t think we are ever going to get to Scotland.” I don’t really mean it…..I’m just saying it because I’m frustrated and want to be there yesterday. In my mind, it’s taking way too long…you see, my concept of time is not what God’s concept of time is…..I’m still learning!
What I realized is that just as I needed my son to trust that we would get him to “Uncle Woody’s” house, so will God get us to Scotland.
If I could have had my way with Raiden, he would have asked once or twice and then been content to trust in his parents. He would have enjoyed the scenery, asked some good questions about what he was seeing and been thankful for the snacks and breaks along the way.
I think I need to learn from my son the same lesson with God on this journey.
Maybe God would be pleased if I trusted more and complained less about the length of the trip.
We are His children after all, and we are on quite a journey!