The hands of God


Confessions of a Know It All

by: Dana Huffman

God asked, "Who is this muddying the water, ignorantly confusing the issue, second-guessing my purposes?" Job answered, "I admit. I was the one. I babbled on about things far beyond me, I made small talk about wonders way over my head. I admit I once lived by rumors of you. I'm sorry—forgive me." Job 42: 2-6 (The Message)

As a young girl I appreciated my fathers love but I didn't always appreciate his authority. Why didn't he like me driving around after midnight on weekends? What was wrong with going to a class alone in downtown Minneapolis at night? Why spoil my fun and scold me for riding through an icy parking lot on the back end of a car? I didn't go to work with my father, so I didn't understand his job. I knew he was a police officer, but I envisioned him writing traffic tickets. I had no idea of the situations he came across. I had not witnessed the effects of a drunk driver or taken reports of rape and abuse. When I questioned my dad's boundaries for me, I spoke of things I knew nothing about. My view of life was puny. His was broad. I understand better now how my dad's higher knowledge impacted the decisions he made for the daughter he loved.

Dear God, I don't know the paths you travel. I have no idea what all you see and do. I imagine I understand your work. But my view is puny. I have rolled my eyes at your commands and argued with you about your way for me. I have spoken of things I don't understand. I am sorry. Help me to trust in your love, rest in your wisdom, obey your commands, and appreciate your authority. Amen.

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