Every single winter, my daughter insists she doesn’t need to wear her winter coat. You’d be amazed at the resistance to outerwear from the children in my family.
Today, I decide to just let her go. She rushes outside in a tank top, shoes with no socks, and a flimsy sweater. There’s snow on the ground from flurries; it’s that cold. “See! I told you I didn’t need a coat! I’m fine! I’m fine!”
A few minutes later, she returns to me, freezing.
Does God just let me go sometimes so I finally feel the effects of my own wandering? He stands there by the door, coat in hand, waiting for me to feel it and return.
Why don’t children want to wear that winter coat?