These words were often heard in our house when our children were younger, usually accompanied by giggles, peppered with a little desperation.
They were the distress call from our daughter, translating to, “Daddy – my big brother’s playing with me and he’s getting a little too rough and left to my own devices I’ll probably retaliate in a way that I’ll regret, or at least he will. Save me!”
You can see how we needed a code word to avoid her having to scream all that.
It started as a simple conflict resolution skill – if it’s getting past “this is fun” into “he’s sitting on my head and it hurts,” she called out, “Ring! Ring!” and she knew daddy would come to her rescue.
Initially, her “Ring! Ring!” cries were a little frantic and uncertain. She was used to having to stand her own ground with her brother when they wrestled, and she didn’t know if she would be rescued. After awhile, she realized that daddy really would come readily when she called.
Not only would he come, but he would scoop her up and whisk her away, and what was distressing transformed to joy. He was her knight in shining armor. I think she secretly hoped for a chance to call. She loved it when daddy showed up.
Whenever I think of her “Ring! Ring” I am reminded of my heavenly Father. I have always been a fiercely independent, “thanks, but I’ve got this” kind of girl when it comes to life. I am often so convinced that I can handle life on my own that when it comes to the places where I can’t, I forget that my Father is so able and willing to respond to my “Ring! Ring!”
I’m not talking about the kind of faith that uses God as a last resort, or sees Him as only a lifeline when we’re in trouble. I want my “Ring! Ring!” to more and more change from the hesitant, questioning cries that mark young faith, to confident, joyful expectation that cries out in awareness that our God is never far away; a faith that does not trust in our own ways, our own strength, but immediately recognizes our helplessness and His great power and love.
Last night as I went to bed, the weight of the details of life hung heavy. Between work and writing and parenting and impending visitors and a soon to be traveling husband, I was tempted to be anxious and wonder if I could make it all happen.
I was reminded in that moment that our Father longs to intervene. He wants to take those burdens. In exchange, He wants to give us the peace, energy, wisdom and power to do what He has called us to do.
So this morning when I woke up, I called for help. And God came to my rescue, reminding me that He’s got today. He’s got me. He’s got this. He’s got us. So call, friends.
“The Lord your God is with you; He is mighty to save. He will take great delight in you; He will quiet you with His love, He will rejoice over you with singing.” Zephaniah 3:17