Now you'll understand better if you keep in mind that this child is an experimenter. She likes to figure out new ways to make 'juice' (usually really strong Crystal Light), or to figure out what pill bugs eat (you don't want to know.)
This is the child that usually has some project going on - she's building a book of all her coloring pages using yarn and a hole puncher, or trying to stab holes in a jar lid so she can keep ants.
So when this one says she has a surprise for me to eat - and expects me to close my eyes so she can feed me herself - well, I just don't know what's going to happen.
But, being the dutiful but terrified mom that I am most days, I closed my eyes and opened my mouth. Not wide, mind you, just enough so it would close fast in case of impending disaster.
I did keep my eyes closed, which is better than I did the last time she came to me with this fun idea.
Turned out she'd made some of that Crystal Light and wanted to give me a sip with a spoon. It wasn't nearly as dramatic or scary as I'd thought it would be.
I survived, she was pleased with her wonderful gift, my shirt remained unstained in the process... all was well.
But for those first few tense seconds I practically lived a lifetime wondering what was going to happen next.
I also realized this is all too often how I approach faith in God.
He tells me to do something.
I waffle, and say, "But Lord, what if it's icky? What if it hurts me? What if I get a stain on me, or don't like it?"
He says, "Just do it. You'll see it's not as bad as you're thinking right now."
Eventually I obey (hopefully), and it always turns out that with God nothing has been as bad as I had anticipated when worrying about it beforehand.
Think of the stress and fear I would avoid if I just obeyed God the first time.
2 Timothy 1:7King James Version (KJV)
7 For God hath not given us the spirit of fear; but of power, and of love, and of a sound mind.