Reflecting on how frustrating it is to see my baby Bananas mess up and make a stinky over and over again makes me ponder how God should be frustrated with me. How many messes have I made in my life? Too many, that's for sure. But God keeps reaching down with his gentle hand to let me know he loves me. An unconditional love like God's is beyond comparison to my love for my puppy. While sometimes I'd like to think I love Bananas (and Bambi, my very well-trained pomeranian) more than anything, I'm reminded that no love is greater than that of our Heavenly Father's.
No matter how many stinkies we make, we can rest in the knowledge that God will never leave us nor forsake us. Instead, he wipes our slates clean every morning and waits for us to call out to him.
While watching my husband clean up the latest stinky from Bananas, I thought about something else as well. We always groan and yell and huff and puff when we clean up her messes. And then we give her a hopeless look with our eyes like we're just so disappointed. Is this how God feels when we don't do what he's trying to teach us?
Next time I'm cleaning up Banana's stinky, I hope I'll remember the many, many times God's cleaned up after me. I'll welcome her back up in my lap and pray she learns the way of her Father.