We've started the week with sickness in the M-J household. Our youngest is running a spectacular temperature and producing more bogeys than the Luftwaffe during the Battle of Britain.

Frankly his breath is decidedly rough; cuddling the dog would be more pleasant. Every so often he wakes up and is pretty grumpy. Life is wrong. Every parental suggestion met with the answer: "No!"

When I try and give him medicine, he cries, "I don't want anymore!" He's too small to understand that unless he takes it he won't get better.

It struck me how similar this is to the way that I often relate to my Father in Heaven.

God says to His people in Old Testament "There is no one like the God of Jeshurun, who rides across the heavens to help you and on the clouds in his majesty. The eternal God is your refuge, and underneath are the everlasting arms." (Deuteronomy 33:26-27)

God's people are held within his arms. We find refuge in him. Safety. Security. Tender care.

But we don't smell good! We're sick with sin. The very thing that a Holy God finds repulsive. We often get grumpy with God about the way that our sickness is effecting us. Blaming him for the mess we make of our lives. Saying, "No!" to His word as though he doesn't know best for us.

And we find it all to easy to refuse our daily dose of gospel medicine. We fail to come to the Bible and drink deeply on the healing promises of God, fulfilled in His Son, our Lord Jesus.

And yet He still loves us. Holds us. Refuses to let us go. And continues to work in us and promises to bring us to full health when we join Jesus in His perfect New Creation.

Praise God that my Father is heaven has more patience with me than I do with my children! We're off to the doctors now...