Getting knocked over by a kangaroo

Here I am, coasting along at a reasonable pace, feeling good about myself and my journey with God, then, BAM!!!, out of nowhere a kangaroo bounds out of the trees on my right, slams into me, knocking me over, then hops away, leaving me with a bloodied head laying face down in the dirt*.

Now, what am I to do?

I know! Blame Trump! Or Obama! Or Bush! Or my boss or my parent or my neighbor or – or – or…. Am I sure? Is the first place I go when there’s a problem in my life is off to blame someone?

Maybe, just maybe, I could look to God first. Not to blame; but asking “why” is a legitimate question. So is “how could this have happened?” or “when will it be over?” Of course, with questions like those I might not get an answer right away in the way I want. But I go ahead and ask anyway. To not question God about something that goes wrong may mean I secretly believe I’m in charge of this whole ball of wax and I alone can determine the outside forces that affect my life.

When a kangaroo pummels you into the ground, its okay to lie there for a little while. It’s okay wallow – but not too long! The longer you stay in the mud the harder it is to get back up again.

Get up! Now, look to God and ask why, what, when, where and how. Ask all your questions and be willing to accept the answers you receive, whether you like them or not. Trust that God wants the best for you and if the direction you were heading was going to lead to your destruction – then maybe it was a good thing that kangaroo came along. Of course, you may not know this for a while or even forever, but that’s where trust and faith come in.

You may also want to look inside and ask yourself, “Did I do or say something to cause this?” or “Am I holding any bitterness or unforgiveness toward anyone?” or “Have I given my worries to God and then not trusting Him, taken them back again?”

Sometimes there is a direct reason for whatever has befallen me. But I suspect that for a lot of the time, the problems I have are from sources beyond my control. And I hate not being in control. I am human after all and as such, the center of the universe – well, my universe.

And with screwed-up thinking like that it’s no wonder I ride into the paths of oncoming kangas. I’m an accident just waiting to happen.

But God is always by me and with me and helps me to my feet each and every time, loving and forgiving and healing my wounded soul. So, maybe next time I’m down, the first place I’ll go is the arms of a loving and caring God.

*An incident like this recently occurred to a bike rider in Australia.