When I was little, I had a favorite stuffed dog named Gabby. I slept with this brown dog every night until she lost all of her fluff, lost her soft fur, and had an arm imprint from where I always wrapped my arm around her waist. I got a dog leash and took her to the park, zoo, anywhere I was, she was there with me. If I was going to bed and couldn't find her, there was no way I was going to sleep without her. I'd run all around the house trying to find her, in tears if I couldn't find her in the first five minutes. Most times she was either hidden under my blankets, sitting on the dining table chair (didn't I tell you I took her everywhere with me? Yep, I even took her to meals with me!), or on the couch. My parents were probably getting pretty frustrated with me insisting on sleeping with her, as it often resulted in a ten minute search for her, prolonging my bed time schedule. When I found her, I squeezed her tightly, sure I'd never lose her again, not even for a second. We prefer to cling to God during hard times in life. Then, once things are going well, we decide we don't need Him for the time being and try to ignore Him. The truth? We need God always. We always need to be searching and seeking for God, wanting to grow in our relationship with God--through bad times and good times. God is so much bigger than any stuffed animal. Why can't we cling as close to Him as I clinged to Gabby?
Kayla Joy
