by Michele McCarthy @MicheleRMcC
Call upon Me in the day of trouble; I shall rescue you, and you will honor Me. Psalm 50:15 NASB
“Are you asking me to be a helicopter husband?” my other half inquired. It was my first day attending Lifestyle Christianity University, on a hot, 100-degree Texas day. I didn’t want chit chat, I wanted out of my embarrassment and the blazing heat.
I hadn’t realized I’d locked my keys in the car until after the school day ended. I needed my husband, feeling helicopter-ish or not, to bring me a spare set of keys. You know, swoop in and save the day, save my bacon. The bacon currently frying on the parking lot. SOS! Please rescue wilting princess from the cruel heat.
Of course, he remembered right at that moment what we’d often recited while raising our boys. A book called Parenting with Love and Logic by (Foster Cline and Jim Fay) we’d read had stressed teaching responsibility to our children by giving them choices and expecting them to follow through. Part of that involved refusing to bail our children out when they ran into difficulty.
We did not believe in being hovering helicopters ready to fetch and deliver our child’s forgotten ________ (fill in the blank).
Forgot your lunch for the tenth time? Sure, not a problem. I was in an important business meeting, but now on my way.
Forgot your homework for the fifth time? No problem. Here I come, straight out of the dentist chair.
Next thing you know, that kind of thinking could turn into any number of situations…
Forgot your college term paper? Your portfolio? Your business papers?
Which would undoubtedly lead to…
Forgot your bail money? Be right there, sweetie pie. Let me grab my helicopter keys.
Now, as I stood soliciting my own bail out, I knew my husband would kindly and gladly bring my keys. He is that kind of man. He would also definitely have fun teasing me about it. He is that kind of man, too. Even as we spoke, I could hear him beating his chest to simulate a hovering helicopter noise.
I also knew I’d be double checking I had my keys in hand before slamming my car door shut—for quite some time to come.
The incident did make me wonder if God ever feels like we treat Him as a helicopter Father. Do we call on Him only when we need a bail out? Is He our go-to only after we’ve exhausted our own efforts?
It’s not that He doesn’t want us to shout out for help, but is that the only time we call on Him? Do we ever enjoy His presence, just to enjoy His presence?
I have definitely had a few shout outs in my time on this earth. And I’m pretty sure I haven’t had my last. God never teased me, nor did I ever feel the vibrations of a helicopter hovering when He “rescued” me with a word, direction or correction. He is that kind of God.
May I never take for granted the relationship I have with the Father because of the price Jesus paid for me on the cross. May I make calling on Him part of my daily routine. Because I believe the Scripture: “The Lord is near to all who call upon Him, to all who call upon Him in truth” (Psalm 145:18 NASB).
About the author: Michele McCarthy is married and a mom to two sons and Gigi to five adorable grandchildren. She is a Texas Christian University graduate with a degree in Education. She attended Lifestyle Christianity University in Watauga, Texas. Michele is a co-founder of LWT (Living Write Texas), a Christian writing group for women. She loves reading, painting, all things witty, and hot fudge sundaes.
Michele’s book Daddy and Me, is the story of the unconditional love of the Father. Every child is free to picture their own daddy and most importantly their heavenly Father; the Father who loves them perfectly, without reserve, no matter what, while gently holding each child in His hand.
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