From the Newsletter: Misunderstood
“You hate me!” she yelled, and then fell apart in despair, “You just hate me.” I can’t remember the offense my daughter had done or the discipline I handed out at the time, but the conversation afterward was monumental. She thought that allowing (even creating) a consequence meant I was personally upset over what she had done. The truth was, I was letting consequences change thoughts and behaviors that could have far worse effects if allowed to play out later in life. Truth was, I was protecting her. Truth was, I loved her deeply. I explained that the greatest proof of my love was my willingness to be accused of hatred and injustice, while continuing to love, teach and pursue her.
It didn’t sink in until the words came out of my mouth. We’ve all done this very thing to God, even those who earnestly know how deep his love runs. We have accused God of hatred or injustice because he brought discipline or didn’t rescue us from consequences. Yet, his steadfast love and constant presence in our lives have never failed. God recognizes our frustration in times of discipline and allows himself to be misunderstood. He crushes our “You hate me” phrases in his gentle hand, blows them into the wind, and grasps our feeble hands to strengthen us.