Deep down we know we can’t predict the future, but deep down we’d like to. Think about a time when you saw a child disappointed.
Just when her drawing of a princess is almost finished, her little brother bumps her elbow, the purple marker makes a streak across the page, and she melts into tears.
When he has only five more blocks to add to his 4 foot tall tower, he brushes the stack with the water gun in his pocket, the tower falls to the floor with a crash, and he kicks the fallen blocks across the room.
We may not fall apart (well, not every time anyway, or at least not as much as we once did), but we know how it feels to be disappointed — and sometimes devastated — depending on the seriousness of what is very different from what we had imagined and expected.
The moment when we are holding a child whose picture is ruined or whose tower has toppled is not usually the moment to give an explanation of mature perspective. Instead it’s the moment to show we care.
Slowly and gently and over time we model our belief that our Father God knows best.
And we know that God causes
all things to work together for good
to those who love God,
to those who are called
according to His purpose.