What dirty diapers are teaching me about God!

Before I begin, every time I sit down to start to type one of these there is a inner monologue that occurs, and strangely enough it reminds me of Doogie Howser. (for those of you under 30, wiki it)

......Dirty diapers and God...........

Seems odd but allow me to explain. We recently had a little baby boy. I love him very much, and his mother does too. He is 4 weeks old and screams and poops A LOT.

I can change his diaper and it is an ordeal, his mother does it and it is a smooth transaction. He knows I don't want to do it I think and for some reason she does not mind it. There is something about the nature of the person that he can recognize.

When he cries, I can bouce him, rock him, sing to him, and yes................even pray for him to stop crying (I am sure I am not the only Dad that has been there). But she can pick him up and immediately he stops crying. The touch of his mother gives him a peace, a familiarity with her that started all the way back at conception links them, and her presence consoles his cares.

Like my child my life is often full of "poop", and I know that at times other and even myself don't want to deal with it. God however always seems to be there ready to help get me cleaned up once again.

Just like my child when nothing else can console me, God's presence can give me peace. I know he will make things OK or be there until they are. It is based on the fact that way back at the point of salvation God started this for me.

So I have been thinking on the fact that God demonstrates how he works in all things. I got a glimpse at how God loves me by watching my wife change a dirty diaper. We must be open for God to show us, but he is always teaching us.

So I will leave you with this, when was the last time you cried out to the Father God

Psalm 116:1-6The Message (MSG)

 I love God because he listened to me,
    listened as I begged for mercy.
He listened so intently
    as I laid out my case before him.
Death stared me in the face,
    hell was hard on my heels.
Up against it, I didn’t know which way to turn;
    then I called out to God for help:
“Please, God!” I cried out.
    “Save my life!”
God is gracious—it is he who makes things right,
    our most compassionate God.
God takes the side of the helpless;
    when I was at the end of my rope, he saved me.