Give it a try.

God has blessed me with 11 grandchildren… so far.

Currently they are ages 7, 7, 6, 6, 6, 4, 3, 3, 2, 1, and 6 months. I look at that roster and marvel at the joy and creativity they bring to life.

IMG_1284Most interesting are the ideas they have. Take Micah, for example, age six. During my last visit, we had thrown away a cardboard box, after which Micah had sequestered himself with it. A few minutes later he reappeared.  “Look everybody! I made my own sandals!”

Even one-year-olds have clever ideas. After little Lizzie first spotted her birthday cake, she knew immediately what she needed to do. Wanting to get maximum pleasure for minimal effort, she moved in on the cake in the most efficient way possible: by sucking it. Good idea!

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IMG_0620Emerald, at three, found a new way to play Dominoes – on the piano keys. Or maybe it was a new way to play piano, because she began plunking the new “keys” as soon as she’d finished arranging them.

Skylar at seven initiated a game of hide and seek – with a twist. We were instructed to hunt for items she’d hidden that were, if we looked carefully, fully visible. None of us found this one – her pink purse, camouflaged in a bush of pink flowers. (Center of picture.)

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Kids are a fountain of fresh ideas and love to experiment with them. Many turn into failures, but that’s how they learn. We adults monitor from afar and intervene if something has potential to harm.

Grown-ups have plenty of ideas, too, and love to try them out in much the same way children do. But if we’re Christians, we’d better run those ideas past God first, because they can be contrary to what he’s already told us won’t work. Just like children, though, we often try our ideas anyway, sometimes bringing long-term misery. Taking God’s advice over our own is always a better strategy.

Sadly, it’s not easy to adopt another person’s idea over our own, especially if it comes in the form of a warning. It means shifting gears and accepting that his recommendation is better than ours. It’s especially difficult to do that, if we have an emotional attachment to our idea. In that case our hearts try hard to overrule God’s wisdom. We say, “I know you don’t like this, Lord, but I just want to do it!”

Sound like a child?

Maybe that’s why God does, indeed, call us children (1 John 3:1), because we have no trouble acting that way. At least he says we’re his children.

Surely our heavenly Father doesn’t love us any less when we go against his counsel and our ideas fail. Just like an earthly parent, he uses those failures to teach us.

But the best idea of all might be that each time we have “a good idea,” we run it past him before we plunge ahead.

“Be imitators of God, as beloved children.” (Ephesians 5:1)

What’s the story?

This week God told me a story with a beginning, middle, and end.

I was sitting at a red light facing a stormy Lake Michigan, appreciative of a moment to study the churning water and its white caps. Winds over 30 mph rocked my car at the T-intersection as I waited for the green light.

Still growingJust then I spotted a tree directly across the road that must have been damaged on another stormy day. Apparently winds had been wild then, too, strong enough to twist the top right off the tree, leaving only a ragged stump. Despite such radical damage, it was growing new branches and taking on a new shape.

I snapped a photo and didn’t think much more about it.

Later, in the middle of the night, a loud noise woke me from a deep sleep, sounding like a giant Velcro patch being slowly torn apart. Since my window was open, the strange sound seemed especially frightening. But then came a giant thud, and I knew what it was — a tree that had just been torn apart.

IMG_3257The next morning I pulled on my boots and went looking. Only a few yards behind the house lay a tree that had been ripped in half from the bottom up and in its fall had pulled down a second tree. Both had landed in an enormous tangle of trunks and branches.

As I studied the damage, an old King James Bible word came to mind: rend. That version of the Bible uses rend to mean a tearing away, a ripping, a splitting. It was a word God used to pronounce judgment – “I will rend the kingdom from them. I will rend their wall. I will rend the heavens.”

IMG_3258Taking a mental measurement of the two fallen trees, I thought about how just the day before, and for years before that, both had stood 50 feet tall, strong and straight. And I thought about the stumpy tree at the red light…. and that’s when God told me a story.

“Though I sometimes rend things away, I usually follow that with a rendering.”

I had to head home to dictionary.com to find out what rendering meant and learned it was to provide or deliver. So, to rend is to take; to render is to give.

God was saying, “Sometimes my story-telling in people’s lives begins with a rending as I separate them from something they want or think they need that is really inappropriate or harmful. But my rending is always done with wisdom and an eye toward positive purposes that will come over time.

That was the beginning of the story.

The middle came next. “If you pay attention, you’ll see that I follow each rending with a rendering. I deliver what’s needed to start again, to experience new growth — much like the tree near the lake. I render the ability to do things better, to make different decisions, to rearrange priorities.

“In other words, I’m behind the rending but also the rendering.”

And the end of the story? “That,” he says, “depends on how you respond to the beginning and the middle.”

“[God] will render to every man….” (Romans 2:6)

Never!

Struggling to make myself understood by the gas station attendant who accused me of ruining his car wash (yesterday’s blog), I tried one last time. “The recording won’t let me put in my code!”

“You were just supposed to punch it in,” he said with disdain, “so the wash would start like it always does.”

“But it won’t let me punch it in! It says it’s ‘in use’!”

“No!” he said. “You just punch it in. Like this!” Punching hard at his cash register buttons, he looked at me through a frown.

“But it won’t let me!” I pleaded. “Won’t you please come outside so I can show you?”

“It won’t let you, because you broke it! No – I won’t come. Wagging his finger at me he said, “You go now. No car wash for you today!”

“But I already paid!” I said again.

“No car wash for you today… or any other day! Never!”

And with that he reached into his cash register and pulled out a five dollar bill and tossed it on the counter in front of me. “There. Now get your car and go! And don’t come back!”

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As I walked back to my car feeling completely misunderstood, I thought about how frustrating it is to do your very best at getting a point across and still fail. And I had to ask myself, is that how God feels when I don’t “get” something he’s trying to tell me?

When things aren’t going well and there’s no one to blame, do I blame him? And then does he feel frustrated with my lack of understanding? Or when he’s trying to tell me something through his Word, do I interrupt and “talk over” him by skipping the hard parts or denying his intended meaning? Or do I lose patience when he doesn’t quickly answer my prayer requests?

Does he finally give up and stop trying as I did with the gas station guy? I didn’t really want $5; I wanted a car wash. But he wasn’t willing to hear me out or go outside to identify the problem.

It’s similar with God. He wants me to come along with him, to spend one-on-one time listening carefully to what he’s trying to explain. He’s hoping I’ll try to understand with an open mind. I wanted the attendant to believe me, but from the beginning, he was set against that. God wants me to believe him, too, without my defenses being up against him.

As I walked back to my car, I passed the machine where I’d first entered my code. “Please wait. Car wash in use,” it said. All I could think was that when the next car wash customer couldn’t punch in his code, he would probably head for the attendant, too. That’s when he’d learn that a crazy woman broke it that afternoon.

“Come now, let us reason together, says the Lord.” (Isaiah 1:18)