good, good father

Yesterday was just one of those days for me. A day where I wake up anxious and the feeling never seems to leave. A day where simple tasks become difficult as my brain overtakes my body. A day where breathing deeply becomes a strenuous task. A day where the Lord shows me how much he cares about even my smallest feelings. 

 On Thursday’s we don’t go out and do our regular ministry. Instead, we have a teaching and then do ATL. Nope, not ATL as in Atlanta, GA but ATL as in “Ask the Lord”. What this means is we sit and ask the Lord what He wants us to do with our day. Sometimes that means going into the city and praying over people or doing house visits in Los Aposentos. Yesterday it meant picking up some flowers in Parramos and then heading over to a small community to do house visits. 

 At this point, I was riding in the trunk of May’s car wishing I could be anywhere else. Don’t get me wrong, typically I love going out to do house visits and to see people. Yesterday it felt like I could burst into tears at any given moment because I couldn’t escape my own brain. But life must go on. So, we head to the first house where my friends had helped unload bricks the week before. Also, where the Lord reminded me that He cares about my anxieties even when they don’t make sense this week. 

 He did this through a child. A beautiful little girl named Joseline. While everyone else was talking to the homeowner she grabbed my attention. So, I played. I played silly little games off to the side with her. I forgot about anything else. It was just me and her seeing who could slap each other’s hands. It was that sweet moment when you hear a little girl’s giggle and nothing in the world could keep you from smiling. It was just the Lord sending me an angel in human form. 

 She spent the rest of the day with us. Following us from house to house. Holding my hand. Running off with me to give the neighbors flowers as they poked their heads out into the street. Playing tag. Once again, making me forget about any worry that I had. 

 What a sweet reminder. That the Father sees us. That He loves us. He didn’t have to send anyone to ease my anxieties. I would have made it through the day. He knows that I would have been fine no matter what. But that’s not His character. His character is to come to us and hold us as a Father should. To take away our worries. To calm our fears. To make our day brighter. To send a little girl in Guatemala to hold my hand on a bad day. 

So, here’s to a God who is also a good, good Father that never leaves or forsakes us.

all my love,

sarah hicks