Kicking and Screaming for God

Recently our family has been going through many tests and trials. You would think we would be better prepared, heeding the words that God placed in our Pastor's mouth this last Sunday and the sermon before that. Yet, as a human made of flesh, we continued our travels and skipped bountifully down this road we call life. Then, alas. What is that? Past the clouds, the billboards of temptation, and the detours, we see God. His hand is stretched out and His arms are revealed to be cozy and safe. But no. We can do this one on our own. This test doesn't even feel like a test. A pop quiz perhaps, but no degree defining exam that we would need to call on our Lord for. So we pass Him by and our skips become a slow saunter, a little less enthusiastic, maybe even a little worried. Then again as our road begins to crumble and the tempting billboards grow larger there He is again. Same hands, same arms, same safety. "Not yet," we think. "This isn't bad. I can still SEE the road." Now we walk away, looking back and our feet sigh as we persist down the road that falls apart with every step. Finally. The end of the road. The end of the road? No. The road has fallen out under us. We. Are. Falling........ Kicking and screaming our arms are stretched out, our feet are kicking. There is nothing in the world that is saving us. Then. There they are! Those hands, those arms, safety. After His silent offers and our yells of no, He has caught us again. Why then when we see God, do we kick and scream and fight to do it on our own?