Today, I called my youngest daughter to go outside with me. I heard her scamper up to the door with her hands full of toys. She was ready to go. But, I didn’t want to have those toys spread over the lawn, so I told her to leave the toys and come with me. I could see she was torn. She wanted the toys and she wanted to go with her daddy. She fumbled with the toys, whined a bit and finally chose to stay inside with her toys. I said, “Ok. I’ll come back for you later.”
I realized that we often do this with God. We hold too tightly to the “toys” we fill our hands with and we miss the fellowship of our Father.