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| "When God Drops the Ball" | |
| By Psimple | ||||||||||||||||||||
| 01 May 2006 | ||||||||||||||||||||
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Based on life and the unanswerable question we sometimes yell at God... "Why do bad things happen to good people?" Monologue - 1F - 4-5 minutes When God drops the ball. A dramatic monologue. I always wanted to be a mom. I can’t remember a time when I didn’t. When I was growing up I couldn’t wait to have a house and kids of my own. When my friends and I would get together to play Barbie’s, mine always had a pack of little lego kids. You know the ones with the permanently attached helmets on their head? My Barbie dream castle had a hair salon addition that served as an extra playroom. She drove that cute little pink convertible, but I scotch taped a Kleenex box to the back of it to tote around all her kids. The business world looked great and exciting, but I knew very early on that it wasn’t for me. Sometimes, even in the grown up world, dreams come true. I grew up and got married and sure enough, along came a beautiful baby girl. It didn’t take me long to realize that the real world has very little in common with Barbie land. I think it happened somewhere between my first real contraction and the terrible two’s. NO, life is definitely not a fantasy world. There was nothing in my play world that could have prepared me for the feeling of being a real mommy. There is no training for the wonder you feel when your child gifts you with their first real smile. I haven’t read any instruction booklet that begins to explain why I felt the need to hover like the matron of doom while my husband bravely attempted to change her diaper for the first time. But realizing that I was woefully unprepared for the job didn’t stop me from jumping in with both feet. I knew that no matter how complicated, surprising, and yes, gross, this parenting thing was…I had the ultimate parenting expert working with me. I can’t even begin to count the number of times being a mother drove me to my knees in prayer. “Lord, I’m out of breath here. When I was praying for a baby, I obviously left some things out. I realize that I didn’t pray specifically for a child who would appreciate the value of a long nap, but I have seen the error of my ways. What would it take to program that in?” “Lord, thankyou, thankyou, thankyou. Father, I know you were there today. Have You ever seen such a peaceful, innocent face? How can anyone doubt Your love? If the world could just experience the absolute perfection of a sleeping toddler, the complete trust and beauty in every fiber of her little body… How can I ever thank You enough for that moment?” “Good catch God. I didn’t even see it coming. That gate said “childproof” right on the latch. They must test them on 40 year old men, because the only person in our family who couldn’t figure it out was Dan.” You see, regardless of how overwhelmed I sometimes got with motherhood, I could close my eyes and sleep each night because I knew that God would be watching over her when I couldn’t. We all go into parenting knowing that sometimes we will fall short of the vigilance necessary to keep our children safe. But I rested easy in the knowledge of my heavenly Fathers ever watchful gaze filling in the gaps. At least I used to…until our peaceful world was shattered with one phone call. Suddenly I wasn’t sleeping much anymore. When I did sleep, it wasn’t restful. I’d lost my trust. I think I still had my faith, but I just didn’t trust in His ability to keep my baby safe. That’s probably because He didn’t. Not too long ago, when I had my guard down, He completely dropped the ball. We never saw it coming. How could we? You just don’t go there in your head, you know? Dan and I did our best, we followed the rules. We warned her about talking to strangers, getting into cars with people she didn’t know, going to a friends house without telling us where she was going. She knows better. But who warns their children about the people they love? Is that a conversation I even want to have? How exactly would that go? … “Honey, you can’t trust strangers, and by the way, you can’t trust your neighbors, or your friends big brother, or …your grandpa.” Are those the words we really have to use with our babies? Is that where the world has “evolved” to? We screwed up, I get that, I really do. I can work through it, I don’t know if I’ll ever forgive myself, but I understand that I failed because I’m human. I could have done better, I should have done better…but I didn’t, I’m not perfect, my husband isn’t perfect and now that has become painfully real for us. But here’s what I don’t get, what I just can’t wrap my mind around…He is perfect. He is all knowing, all seeing. He is everywhere. His eye is on the sparrow, right? Well, where was He when my baby needed Him the most? In the worst crisis of our lives, I found myself in a familiar place, on my knees. “Where were You? I don’t get it. It would be so much easier right now to believe that You are limited the same way I am. To believe that You didn’t see it coming either, that it caught You off guard and you tried, but you just didn’t make it in time. Because I don’t know if I can believe in a God that did see it coming and chose not to stop it. How could You? What kind of a God are you? Did you just look the other way? Couldn’t you hear her crying for help? Don’t you care? I know I should’ve been there, but everything I used to believe about you tells me that You were. Why didn’t You stop it? Help me understand. Please Lord, I know what happened will never make sense, but I need for You to make sense again. I want to trust. I want to have that faith. Lord, I want to rest again. I’m so tired. Please God, just tell me where You were. Teach me again Who You are.” Those were the darkest days I’ve ever been through. When I pray the Lord’s prayer now, it doesn’t take any imagination for me to see the valley of the shadow of death. We’ve spent some time there. I also know that time doesn’t really heal anything when we spend it running from the Great Physician. I can share with you that I have spent countless hours in the office of my Wonderful Counselor. My daughter is healing. I don’t know if there will ever come a day when we will say that she is healed, but we will rejoice in each step of the process. I’ve been offered every comforting phrase known to man during the past year, some helped, some ticked me off, and on my better days, some of them made me laugh. I waited for a long time for God to answer my questions…why? Where were You? How could You? I have to be honest with you and tell you that I didn’t like the answers. They were far too God-like and not nearly concrete enough for me. But I’ve grown to understand that whatever the situation, whatever the crisis, whatever the question…God is God. We’ve come to understand that there is comfort in knowing that in my daughters darkest hour, though He allowed what we will never comprehend, He remained by her side. She never suffered alone, and neither will we. Jesus promised that in this world we will have sorrows, but take heart, for he has come to overcome the world. There are no easy answers in our deepest despair, but there are answers. Yea though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil…for Thou art with me. Come to me all ye who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give You rest. I do believe, He is restoring my faith and my trust. And I know that someday, I will sleep in peace again. And as hard as it is, no matter how excruciating the pain can be, I still cherish being a mommy who rests in the arms of her Heavenly Father.
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