No mess to big

Today as I went about my tasks, I now allow Faith to tag along in different rooms of the house she hasn't been in very often, so I watched Faith get into things in exploring and I gauged when to intervene. Sometimes I was tempted to stop her because it would create a bigger mess than I wanted to take the time to clean up with her. (At this age she's not much help with the clean up.) I contemplated whether this is selfish on my part...maybe she should have this chance to analyze a little.  Other times I don't feel I have a choice because the danger is too great.

Being an English teacher I realized another aspect of the epic metaphor of parenting that God has so beautifully designed.  There's no mess too big for God to clean up & no danger so great He cannot heal if we bring it to Him.  So He allows us to get into some pretty big messes in exploring our world.  He probably does sigh, anticipating a huge cleanup, & sometimes I'm sure He's not happy watching us live in our own filth for awhile until we come to Him for help.  But it is the Enemy who would have us believe that God can't or won't clean our messes or heal our self-inflicted wounds.  Don't listen.