No matter how afraid of the vacuum that she is, she always tries to get to me, even though I'm the one holding the vacuum. Why? Because she finds her security with her parents. We make her feel safe. So it doesn't matter where the vacuum is - all that matters is where I am.
How often, though, when hard or frightening things come my way, do I simply run away? Not to God, just away from the hardship, away from the trial. Instead of bringing my focus to bear on God, instead of looking to my salvation, I focus on the scary part. I forget where my security is, and I forget that the "vacuum" is in God's hand, following His direction. I act, not like a child who trusts her daddy completely, but like an orphan who doesn't know how to trust anyone.
You can see it in Evelynn's face. When she looks at me, she knows she's okay. When she looks at the vacuum, she gets worried and falters.
I must keep my face always toward Jesus. He is my Rock and my Fortress and my strong Deliverer, my Shield and Help in time of need.
