father knows best...?

a funny thought came to me this morning. jeni varnadeau's song "father knows best" came to mind. (for those who know me best, one of my quirks is that nearly everything remind me of a song...lol it's almost as if my life is a perpetual musical some days :P). i realized that although i had relinquished my faux pearls....i was still window shopping. i know father knows best, but yet actions betrayed the truth. i was saying sure dad, you can have these back, but when i'm lonely, or when i miss them, i wanna hold them again, or i'll go off looking for a better substitute.

why can't i just wait for dad's best? why am i so quick to run toward some unfulfilling, worthless substitute that will only leave me empty and yearning more in the long run?

why can't i just rely on the hope i have knowing dad and resting in his love for me?
perhaps it's because i don't know father knows best. maybe i just think that dad kinda likes me a lil bit and maybe if he feels like it will wanna give me something nice once in a while? it's almost as if he's dangling the carrot in front of me, only to yank it away and laugh scoffingly at my petty faith.

but i know that's not in dad's character...bah, why do i keep trying to paint these images of him??

father does know best! he's proven it over and over again in my life, and i know he'll prove it again and continue to be faithful to me...as i am faithful to him.

if only i can remember that when all i see is black smears and squiggles on the canvas....to have the faith, patience, and perseverence to keep walking it through, keep trusting....until the masterpiece dad's orchestrating through my life is revealed.

being confident of this, that he who began a good work in me will be faithful to carry it to completion....what an amazing hope!