In response to such whining, a common phrase around our house has become: I promise, I am not going to leave you, silly girl. But that's a promise that I know isn't mine to make. I am reminded of Isaiah 49:15,
Can a woman forget her nursing childHow can that be? I feel as if I could never forget her. How powerful God's love for us must be.
And have no compassion on the son of her womb?
Even these may forget, but I will not forget you.
And another thought, Job 14:5
Since his days are determined,Who am I to make such a promise? A promise that I'll never leave her. Do I determine my days? And for that matter, does making this promise matter anyway? It doesn't stop the whining.
The number of his months is with You;
And his limits You have set so that he cannot pass.
And then I am reminded of the One who can make such a promise. "For He Himself has said, ''I will never desert you, nor will I ever forsake you' (Hebrews 13:5). But why then do I find myself at times begging him to stay with me, not to leave me. He's already promised me He won't. And His promises aren't like mine. They're based in a love I can't even fathom. A love I can only long to understand.
And though I don't totally get it, I am thankful that I don't have to keep whining. He's heard me. He's picked me up. And He won't let me go.