All I can think during this whole interaction is I would have missed THIS. I would have missed her. I would have missed this precious child teaching me to have joy in the small things. Her sweet loving and happy heart to help me when I had a need, that I didn’t even think I had. I would have missed giving her the chance to bless her grandma by being such a big helper. I would have missed two minutes alone with her just doing lady things together. And it has not escaped my attention that this is why. This is God’s timing. He ordained my day. I’m at the point of fighting back tears.
Submission is more than just saying ‘yes dear’ even when your own opinion in a matter differs completely. The submission of our Savior led Him to prayer and grieving so that He literally sweat great drops of blood. His submission was spiked thorns encircling His head. Hammering great spikes from which to be hung after being beaten until He no longer bore any resemblance to a man. Was this weak? No. This was His very great strength. He says for the JOY set before Him He went to the cross. That is how we should view submission, no matter how difficult it may seem. Submission is joyful, and for most of us we have not yet resisted sin as Christ did to the point of shedding our blood.