Not An Emergency


My four year old came and knocked on the door of the bathroom.

“Daddy! I need to tell you something.”

“Sweetie I’m in the shower.  What do you need?”

“I have to tell you in there.”

“I’m in the shower.  Just tell me!”

“Open the door.  I have to tell you in the bathroom.”

“Is this an emergency”


I have a huge picture on the bed so I’m thinking maybe she knocked it over.  What if she has hurt herself?  Could there be glass on the floor?  I get out of the shower and open the door.

“Are you okay?  What do you need?”

“I need you to play Candyland with me in the living room.”

She clearly has a different definition of an emergency than I do.

The older we get the better the perspective we have on life. The less things seem like an emergency.   I don’t worry near as much as I did as a teenager.  What seemed like a huge deal as a young adult doesn’t bother me now.   The Lord has been faithful to heal and deliver me many times before.  I trust that He will continue to do it again.

However I would have never knocked on my dad’s bathroom door to ask him to play CandyLand with me in the living room!




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