Many, many, many years ago when I was a little girl, my Daddy used to play a game with me.  And I knew exactly the time he was ready to play our special game by the way he approached me.  His clues were if he approached me slightly bent over, slowly taking giant steps, wearing a great big smile on his face, and looking me straight in the eyes, that was my clue to stand up straight, with my hands at my side and wait.

The closer he got to me the more his right arm would raise up with his first finger pointing towards my forehead.   Then he would gently tap my forehead and say, ‘I live up here…’ next he would run his finger down the middle of my face, neck and chest and poke my stomach and say, ‘You live down here…’ next he would race his finger back the way it came down and say, ‘Come up and see me sometime.’  Then he would pick me up, twirl me around and around and belt out a hearty laugh.  Afterwards, he would put me down, swat me on the butt and say, ‘Now go play, Snooky, Daddy’s got to go to work.’

Snooky was my nickname.  Daddy gave all his 5 children nicknames.  My two sisters were Pheedie, and Cottontop.  My two brothers were Headquarters and Duffy.  And I was Snooky.

Oh, did I feel special whenever I played that game with my Dad.  Oh, did I feel loved.  Oh, did I know that my Daddy was the greatest person on God’s green earth!!!  And anybody who doubted that and challenged my assessment of him got a bloody noise.

OUR HEAVENLY FATHER KNOWS HOW TO PLAY CHILDHOOD GAMES, TOO!

Today I listened to one of my neighbors (I’ll call her Bea) as she described a foolish situation that she carried out after first being warned to reconsider it.  Bea decided after her breakfast that she would walk four blocks to the drug store to purchase some items.  She peeked outside and noticed that it was very cloudy.  Her Imaginary Friend whispered in her ear and told her to put on a sweater and take her umbrella.  

Bea said to herself, ‘Oh, I won’t be long, and I’ll be back before it rains.’  So out the door she went.  Just as she had completed walking the third block, she heard a loud thunderclap and instantly felt a down pouring of rain.  At the corner was a Quick Stop gas station and she horridly ran inside.  Now what am I going to do? she asked Imaginary friend.  Complete silence.  I should have listened to my first thought, she whispered to herself.

Where Did Bea Go Wrong?

Bea’s first thought was not her own.  It was her Imaginary Friend’s guidance.  What Bea and a lot of other people don’t realize is that a person’s first thoughts about a decision is their purest thought or their most ‘godly’ thought.  And the Imaginary Friend is the Holy Spirit!  Jesus said in Hebrews 13:5 that He would never leave or forsake us…not even in our play time.  Most conversations that commence in one’s head after the initial thought are the individual’s ‘worldly’ thoughts and ideas.  Several Believers trust themselves more than they trust the Heavenly Father!

I trusted my Daddy…Why?…Because He lives up here and I leave down there, and he invites me to come up to see him sometimes.

If only we could think of our Imaginary Friend as our Heavenly Father and follow His advice instead of interjecting our own worldly thoughts, we would be on the road to living a more fulfilling life.   We would be equipped to send up more praises and accolades to Christ Jesus.  We would be much more appreciative of how He guides and protects us every day.  We could allow our petitions and supplications to shape our worries and cares in our prayer lives.  That way, we would be wholly dependent on God.

The main reason why you should trust God is written below:

Scripture Lesson: “Jesus said, ‘Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them, for the kingdom of heaven belongs to such as these.'” Matthew 19:14

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