the wisdom of the father

At times God needs to approach me like a father his child, asking to give back the toy he got in his hands. A toy he seems to be far too young for. A toy he doesn't know how to properly play with, yet. A toy he is more likely to get harmed by than to enjoy.

When the child gives the toy back to him, the only way seems to be to put it into a box and shut it away in a place out of reach, a place, the child might not even needs to know.

Maybe, there will be a day, when God the father decides to take the box back out, to open it and to give the toy back to his child. This will be the day when the child is ready to handle it, and, to enjoy it. Without harming itself.

I only hope that in the meantime I don't act like a greedy child, constantly nagging and trying to reach with my little arms what was taken from me.

Maybe, there will be a day...