You’ve seen it. The arched back. The clenched fists. The scrunched up face. The flailing feet. The hideous shrieks of indignation.
And all you wanted to do was put their shoes on so they could do what they wanted to do: go outside and play.
They thought you wanted to torture them, because, you know, that’s what you do.
All of heaven watched it. The rebellious stand. The raised fists. The reproachful eyes. The stomping feet. The cries of indignation.
And all God wanted to do was bend me a little this way and mold me a little that way so I could do what I wanted to do: move into my destiny as His Royal Daughter.
And I thought He wanted to torture me, because, you know, that’s what He does.