When my heart was grieved and my spirit embittered, I was senseless and ignorant; I was a brute beast before you (Psalm 73:21-22).

It’s amazing how often I’m like a little teeny baby.

Not just the drooling.

No, I mean the part where I don’t get my way so I pout and cry and basically throw a tantrum.  The part where I can lie peacefully in my Father’s arms one moment, and pitch an earth-shattering fit in the next.  The part where I weep and wail and rage against situations I cannot possibly understand.

You know, one of the best Dad lessons I learned was How to Deal With Your Child’s Tantrum.  It goes like this: Let them rage.  When a child throws a tantrum, he is beyond logic.  He is out of control.  He is simply purging all his emotional and spiritual angst into the void.  Chances are, if you let it run and don’t give in to it, the storm will soon be spent and you will find your child once again lying peacefully in your arms.

Or, you can dunk him in a cold tub of water.  Your call.

Happy Tuesday, Beloved.