this summer, ken was taking our oldest up the stairs on his back and little girl was following close behind. out of no where, little girl tumbles down a few steps (not the first time or the last, sad to say.) ken was caught in a tough spot because he was responsible for the oldest going piggy-back, yet wanting to run to try and soften the landing of the littlest. in the two seconds that all of this happened, ken ended up abruptly letting go the one on his back and sprinting down the steps toward the littlest. although the bigger one had never been in a position for getting hurt in the least, she was shocked at her daddy's seeming roughness and abandonment. tears flowed from her way more wild than from the one who had actually taken a fall. she didn't understand in the moment the bigger picture of what was going on - of what needed to be done.
yesterday, ken asked our oldest if she wanted to ride upstairs piggy-back. with her head tilted to the side, eyebrows in question and eyes that told him i remember. he said, "i know what you're thinking. last time we did this your sister fell down the steps and i needed to help her. you were never in any danger when that happened. come on, get on."
and up she went, assured by his words. or maybe it wasn't his words at all.
i guess she was more assured by who her daddy is. she has a long track record with this man, and time and again he's proven himself a man of his word and having her best interest in his heart. she's seen him act out of selflessness to read just one more story. . . she's laughed with him playing in the backyard more times than she could count . . . and she's felt the deep kind of love that she probably couldn't even explain yet when he's had to discipline her - temporary displeasure in exchange for a lifetime of security.
i watched this interaction between ken and his daughter. my eyes stared with some anticipation, wondering how she would respond. no one - me included - would call her crazy for saying "nahh" to him. yet, even in her trepidation, she was able to overcome the memory of the past - look into her daddy's gaze - and remember that if it comes from him, no matter how uncertain it appeared, it would be good.
and her daddy, her i-can-see-and-touch-him daddy is imperfect. there are flaws in him that will let her down. how much more should my heart trust the perfect Daddy, the only One who will never disappoint, and because He's so very not human - nothing He does ever gets in the way of my absolute best.
God's character will never disappoint when i can look away from my own perspective for a while and soften my heart toward simply letting Him who is enough for me in anything. thank you, Jesus, for being Constant and Love and Good. all the time.