Sarah and Hannah babysit the cutest little kid. His name is Julian, but they call him Jujubee. He’s only 5. Today Sarah woke me up and asked me if I could watch him because she needed to do something and, like the responsible babysitter that she is, she didn’t want to leave him alone. (She’s still in the house by the way, it’s not like she just up and went to see a movie).

So I got out of bed, half asleep to watch a very much awake 5 year old boy. I took him on the porch and he immediately saw our hammock.

“What’s that?”

“A hammock”

He then tried unsuccessfully to get on it. “I don’t think I can get on”

“okay”

I didn’t realize that that was his way of asking for help.

Two minutes later he was back by the hammock, trying to get back on. He looked quite frightened. So I went over to him.

“Okay, I can help you get on. Look, I’m holding it, so it won’t rock. Now just get on with your back first, then swing your legs around. No, onto the hammock, yeah, there you go. Now you’re on!!”

After exactly 1 minute of rocking and asking me a billion questions he decided he was bored.

This little conversation really struck me. How many times does God ask us to do something and we need help with it, but won’t ask him? Or he gives us directions, but we doubt them? Or how many times do we misinterpret his directions, and try to get on a hammock feet first? Or we doubt that God really has the situation under control (like when I held the hammock for Jujubee).

How great is is that we have a God who is very patient and will give us all we need to follow him! He will never leave us or forsake us! I find great comfort in that.