My kids are crazy. Really, they are. Apparently, they’ve been domesticated to the point that they no longer have any kind of survival instincts.
We had the opportunity to spend a couple of days in Santa Cruz with Eleanor’s family, and someone in the group wanted to check out the Santa Cruz Boardwalk. After getting everyone settled and feeding them, we made the short (by adult standards) walk to the beach. By now it was evening, and the Boardwalk was really crowded, so we decided to walk along the shore. The kids kicked off their shoes and walked through the water as it washed up on the beach. Everyone was having a good time. But the kids started getting more and more energized. They dared to run farther out. They cared less and less about getting wet. Eventually, they tore off their shirts and started wading in the cold water as it was getting dark. We expected them to come to their senses at any moment. We thought they’d notice how cold they were and come back out seeking warmth. But it didn’t happen because, as I mentioned earlier, my children have no common sense.
As parents, we tried to stop them. We knew that they didn’t have spare clothes. We knew that we had to walk a mile to get back to the house. We knew that what the kids found so fun right now was going to make them miserable very soon! But now it was done. The die was cast.
We (the parents) started talking about how to help our children. Eventually, we decided that I would run back to the house, grab the minivan, drive back to the beach, and pick up the wet kids so they didn’t have to make the walk back in cold wet clothes. You see, we love our senseless children and are willing to do completely unreasonable things to ensure their well-being – even when the problem is one of their own creation.
As I was huffing and puffing on the run back up the hill, I thought about my own life and my relationship with God, which is a lot like my relationship with my children. God loves me extravagantly and – even though I frequently seem to have no common sense – continues to go to unreasonable lengths to ensure my well-being.
In fact, as I was trekking up that hill, I realized that I didn’t know the house number of the place I was trying to find. I knew what street it was one, and I would know it from sight, but it wasaloooong street, and the kids were waiting for me. I heard, “Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own insight. In all your ways, acknowledge him, and he will make your path straight.” (Proverbs 3:5) I turned left and found the house with the minivan waiting right out front. Even as I as working to care for my children, there was another pair of arms underneath, holding both them and me.