Running Man...?
I did a voice recording over daddy’s
Marvin Gayes music on his cassette tape. (For those who are clueless, it was
the mp3 of the day)
Hands up if you experienced this. |
It wasn’t funny to him, but
it was fun for me. I really needed to hear myself sing and talk childish
rubbish on radio, and I needed a tape to do that and daddy’s car was right there
with cassette tapes, so I took the tape and now he was mad, so mad he scolded
me.
I hated daddy’s scolds, he
never hit me, his scolds were hardly screams… but daddy scolding me was as good
as daddy beating me. You can’t really blame me, weren’t you ever fascinated that you could hear yourself on radio? The joy of hitting the
record button and saying whatever you want, and
then rewinding the tape, and listening to yourself, and
just feeling pure joy? Daddy didn’t understand that, he was more concerned that
his music was wiped out by my magical voice. So I went into the guest toilet to
live out the rest of my life.
He was so angry I just didn’t
want him to see me or bump into me, so I stayed in that toilet adjusting to my
new life in tears. I don’t know how long I stayed in there for, it probably
wasn’t up to thirty minutes, but it felt like forever and what joy it was when
mummy came looking for me and asked me to come out and drive to my aunts house
with her.
We got back home later that
evening, and I heard nothing about my escapades ever again, although I was still a
little mouse hiding out from the big daddy cat I upset earlier.
I have misbehaved a lot of
times as a little girl, and my solution even when I wasn’t scolded at was
making myself scarce. I remember my aunt made two lovely kaftans, with such
beautiful gold embroideries… those outfits were dreamy… my little girl eyes
were overwhelmed by the beauty of the gold thread on the navy blue sheda material.
After aunty showed mum her new outfit, she asked me to get a bag for her to put
them in and I rushed to get her one. I left with her for her house for a
sleep over as I always did.
We got to her house and
that’s when it happened. Aunt brought out her brand new outfits to admire and
what a shocker! There were huge white patches on them… apparently I brought a
bag that had a bleach spill in it and it ruined/discolored the outfits.
I felt horrible. She wasn’t
mad at me, she knew it wasn’t my fault, but even as young as I was, I
understood I had just ruined a beautiful and expensive outfit… I felt horrible,
and I disappeared from the scene. I made myself scarce. I went downstairs or
somewhere to hide out the rest of my night…. Until I heard my aunt looking for
me. She wasn’t mad at me. Of course she must have been upset that her new
outfit was ruined, but not mad enough to hate me, or send me away from her.
A friend forgot to call me on my birthday and he felt so bad about it that he kept running and running; avoiding me. I really didn’t care about that, I’m not petty about stuff like this…. I could feel condemnation dripping from him in the way he cautiously avoided me, and I decided to have fun with it and torture him with my silence for a little while longer. I really didn’t care about his not calling, there was no big deal. When I was done having fun, I sent a message and I could feel the relief coming through the phone from the other end. No, I’m not angry with you friend, stop putting unnecessary pressure on yourself. The more he thought I was upset, the more he stayed away from me. And that's the game we play with God, the more we think He's upset with us, the more we run from Him.
A friend forgot to call me on my birthday and he felt so bad about it that he kept running and running; avoiding me. I really didn’t care about that, I’m not petty about stuff like this…. I could feel condemnation dripping from him in the way he cautiously avoided me, and I decided to have fun with it and torture him with my silence for a little while longer. I really didn’t care about his not calling, there was no big deal. When I was done having fun, I sent a message and I could feel the relief coming through the phone from the other end. No, I’m not angry with you friend, stop putting unnecessary pressure on yourself. The more he thought I was upset, the more he stayed away from me. And that's the game we play with God, the more we think He's upset with us, the more we run from Him.
When we misbehave, our
natural response is to hide. Run and hide. Hide away from the one we hurt.
That’s what we do; the way we react to our parents is the way we react to God.
God is not mad at you… even when you misbehave, His love covers you, don’t run
from Him…. That’s the time to stop and be still in His presence, not the time
to run away just like Adam and Eve. Stop hiding, Daddy loves you. Your silly
mistakes or the sin isn’t enough reason for him to disown you. He loves you
uniquely and his love is daily renewing and transforming you. There is no condemnation
for you in Christ(Romans 8:1)
Don’t stay stuck in the toilet like I
did, hoping not to bump into Him. Avoiding church, avoiding prayers and fellowship with Him because you’ve
“failed” him. You my friend are not so powerful, that you can make Him stop being who He is…
that you can make Him stop loving as He does by your mistakes.
The more you run, the further
away you go and the less of His presence you’ll feel and you’ll think He’s left
you, the truth is He never left, you’re the one who ran from the throne of
grace, His arms are wide open waiting for you. He wouldn’t be giving you the
side eye when you come back, like I behave to my little niece and cousins when they've wronged me and come back with an apology, no
he wouldn’t be judging you from his throne of grace… no, he’s not snapping his
fingers at you in anger… He loves you darling.
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