Who’s Your Daddy?

A couple of weeks ago I found myself spiraling into a mini-meltdown when my well-ordered life spun wildly out of my control.

It started simply by waking up with a nasty cold on the day I was expecting service calls from two companies regarding the de-bundling and re-bundling of my telephone, cable and internet services. Normally a simple enough changeover that somehow turned into several days of chaos, problems and hearing things like, “Hmm, I don’t understand this,” and “Geez … this almost never happens.”

I shouldn’t have been surprised when God revealed through this ordeal that I have a problem with order and control. While I know that I like things a certain way, I didn’t really consider myself a control freak — per se. It turns out that my eyes were opened to the fact that I am somewhat addicted to order and I don’t like change. Who knew?

As the chaos ensued, my sinus cavities and chest filled with phlegm compounding what normally would have been a minor speed bump. My angst over not being able to find my favorite show on the expected channel merely added to the clawing anxiety wrapping around my throat, along with a scratchiness resulting from that nasally-dripping thing that accompanies most colds.

The instant the repairmen left, I sought an escape to vent my frustration to God. On that particular day my car ended up providing the solitude I longed for. I locked myself in, rolled up the windows and silenced the radio as I set the cruise control with no particular destination in mind.

Feeling the need to drive away from my anxiety, I prayed, “Lord, I know it’s stupid for me to be this upset over something as inconsequential as my internet, my phone and my cable, but … there it is. I am upset. I don’t like change!”

I love that God always meets me right where I am and His presence filled the confines of my car. Very quietly, as He so often does, I heard Him ask, “Kathy … who’s your Daddy?”

Like usual, I took my eyes off Jesus momentarily and let the chaos of my changing life become bigger than God. Just those few little words reminded me once again, that I serve a big God who can handle whatever problems come my way – be they of epic proportions or something as simple and inconsequential as having my phone and internet services temporarily suspended while changes were made and equipment repaired.

Once again, my Lord reminded me that it’s okay if I go to Him with even the simplest of problems. And once again, I’ve learned that regardless of how big or how small my prayer requests are, God is ever faithful to remind me, I am His and He is still my Daddy.

And because we are his children, God has sent the Spirit of his Son into our hearts, prompting us to call out, “Abba, Father.” Galatians 4:6 (NLT)

Blessings,
Kathy K.