Today’s guest post comes from Jennifer Deibel of This Gal’s Journey. Ever since she began commenting at TOL, Jen has been a cheerful encouragement to me. It’s my pleasure now to share her honest, encouraging thoughts with you. –Tamara
We live in a small village in Western Ireland. It’s quaint, quiet, removed. For a girl who grew up in the Arizona desert, the lush green grass, rolling hills and copious amounts of water are like chocolate to this mama’s soul: both comforting and seriously addicting. We moved here with our children nearly three years ago and I have loved nearly every minute of it.
While we are here and I am raising my wee tribe, teaching them how to
bite their husband’s head off love their neighbor and live for themselves follow God, I often find them teaching me. Shocker.
Every night at bedtime, we read a story together and then pray. We typically make sure we thank God for at least one thing and ask Him to help us with at least one thing. Nearly every night, my four-year-old asks God, “And could you please make tomorrow with a little bit of rain and a little bit of sun. In Jesus’ name, amen.” (You do know adding that little phrase at the end is what guarantees your prayer will be answered, right?) Anyway.
Did I mention we have copious amounts of water here? That’s probably because it rains. A lot. No, seriously, it rains all the freaking time. It didn’t get to be the land of 40 shades of green by bathing in the sun 300 days a year. It’s not unusual for us to not see the sun for five or six days in a row. It’s also not unusual to hear my children praying at nighttime for God to please, please, please let there be sun tomorrow so they can play outside/go on their field trip/not get soaked getting from the house to the car.
There have been several times where He’s answered their prayers with a resounding “Yes!” And it’s so fun to see and hear their squeals of excitement when they realize that God really did hear them. However, there have been countless other times where He, for whatever reason (probably something lame like the balance of the global ecosystem or something), has decided to answer “No,” and we wake to rain. Again.
So, my little girl’s prayer for a “little bit of rain and a little bit of sun” was a bit confusing to me. At first I thought she might think her prayer stood more chance of being answered if she was willing to deal with both sides of the coin. Or maybe she just wanted enough sun to be able to play outside at recess. Finally, I asked her why she kept asking for that. She looked at me with her haunting, ice-blue eyes and stated matter-of-factly, “So He can make a rainbow for me.” With that tone only four-year-olds can make sound cute, that how-dumb-are-you-but-I’ll-be-nice-and-explain-it-anyway tone.
Be still my heart.
My sweet little girl was praying for a rainbow. All at once, a flood of pictures came to my mind of all the rainbows we’d seen in the last month. I remembered how with each one her joy and excitement took her bounding and bouncing all around the house/car/yard whenever she saw one. I never quite understood why she got so excited. I just thought, “This kid really likes rainbows.” Now I understand. She knows her Daddy loves her because He gives her rainbows. So, she asks Him for more. And He gives more. And she opens up to Him more. And He dotes on her more. See the cycle?
Sometimes I think I have it all figured out with my “Oh, Lords” and “If it’s Your wills” and “In Jesus’ Names.” But I miss out so much on just enjoying my Father, basking in His love for me. No, I don’t bask. I doubt. And refuse. And push away. But I want to be more like my four-year-old. I want to pray for rainbows.
Jen is your typical American wife and mother living life, raising kids, and working, only she’s doing it in Ireland. She has been married to the love of her life, Seth, for 11 years and is extremely blessed to be mom to two delightful little girls and one hilarious little man. Jen passionately loves the Lord, her family, music, dance, writing, coffee and chocolate (not always in that order).