Monday, November 12, 2012
When God Says No
Maisy, who frequently plays with my bracelets, tries again. "No," I repeat gently, "No, please."
Maisy places her right fist in the palm of her left hand and lifts it to sign "help". When I repeat my answer the third time, she signs "help" more urgently. This is repeated again and again before her interest moves from the bracelet.
Sometimes we think it works the same way with God. If I ask often enough, urgently enough, He will grant my request. Maybe if I use the right words. Maybe if I have enough people agreeing with me. Maybe if I ask louder or with more tears.
I seldom tell Maisy "no". I love her. I enjoy blessing her and meeting her needs. Sometimes, as on this day, the timing is simply wrong. Because I know what is best for her, my love determines my answer.
I place my hands over Maisy's fingers to stop her from signing "help" again. "I know you want me to help you, "I explain. "I understand. And I am saying no."
God sees my helplessness and frustration, my disappointment. He says no from a heart of love, eyes full of compassion. It's not that He doesn't listen, not that He doesn't care. He understands there is a greater good, a greater blessing, a protecting action. His love determines His answer.