One night before bedtime, my three year old Gemma and I were talking and the subject of worrying came up. It was a teachable moment, so I put on my best dad-to-kid pontificating voice and explained the concept ever so wisely. I carefully conveyed that we all worry sometimes, and that’s OK. It was all going so well until Gemma interrupted:
Gemma: Do you worry sometimes?
Gemma: Well, you just have to be patient, Daddy. You just have to wait.
Teachable moment, indeed.
The secret to breakthrough isn’t hidden in a health and wealth sermon or the latest Christian self-help book. It’s found this simple, gentle rebuke from a three year old.
You just have to be patient.
You just have to wait.
Breakthrough will come.