Her broken heart is my broken heart
2.28.2009 | Blog
I don’t normally post on Saturdays, but I had a thought today that I wanted write about.
My friend called me at 10:00 am this morning with free tickets to go to the Mickey Mouse Club House live.
He knows how much my little girl, Isabelle, loves Mickey. She really does. She is three by the way.
She also has an unbelievable fear of: loud noises, large crowds and large stuffed characters.
This is a fear she battles with. When I told her about our opportunity this morning she started trying to talk herself into being brave, she started faking a smile and really wanted to go and really didn’t all at the same time.
Long story short, we made it to the lobby and then she could not handle it.
After a few minutes of trying to talk her down, I bailed.
When we got outside I could tell her heart was broken. With a shaky voice she asked,
“Daddy, why I don’t like Mickey…can we try again nextday when I will be braver?”
My heart broke.
For just a second I felt like God may feel when I lose a battles that wages in my heart.
The good news is that I also realized in that moment that I want nothing more than to see Izzy win this battle.
I think God feels the same about me.
2.28.2009
I’ve read hundreds of great blog posts that touched something in me in the past year, but none touched the father in me like this one. Wow. Thanks Shawn. My view of God just grew again.
2.28.2009
I for one am happy you decided to post on this Saturday. Good message.
2.28.2009
Thanks for sharing this! Amazing story and insight! Isn’t it amazing how much our kids can teach us about our Heavenly Father?!
3.11.2009
That is so sweet. Made my heart hurt too that she said that!
3.16.2009
Awesome word! I wept, my heart was touched. Because I understand with having kids and learning lessons from God all the time with raising them. A time long ago, I was getting on to my son about something and the Lord put me in check and said ” I want the same from you”. Thank you for your word, God bless you!
3.16.2009
I agree with Chuck, thanks for posting this. How we ache for our kids when we see them go through stuff like this. How I wish I could make things better, or that they should trust me more to get through the loud noises. And how much I don’t trust my own Father. A wonderful post, thanks.