Moses sometimes fusses when he’s waiting for his food. I have it all prepared, but I’m just sitting
by his side, blowing on it so that it’s not too hot when I put it in front of
him to eat. But Moses, he sees the yummy
food, and he’s hungry, and he doesn’t understand that I’m doing something more
so that he won’t get hurt when he enjoys the good thing I’ve prepared. Whenever it happens, it makes me reflect on
how often I do the same thing. I see the
good things that I think God should give me, in my own timeline, and I fuss
when I have to wait. I can’t seem to
just sit and enjoy my time of anticipation.
that's all.
love,
helen
Excellent analogy. I was thinking the other day that there's just something about that situation (Anson fussing when he doesn't realize that I'm doing something that's good for him) that makes me want to cry every single time. I guess it's that feeling that Anson doesn't understand that I'm doing my best to love him well and I'm putting aside my own desire to see him instantly satisfied in order to give him the best thing possible. Man, I'm sure I drive God crazy sometimes...oftentimes.
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