The time change put our family in frantic mode this morning. I had to yank my three-year-old, Isaac, out of bed so I could take my five and nine-year-old to school.
I wanted to scream, “You wouldn’t feel this way if you’d gone to sleep last night, instead of sneaking out of bed to play with Legos until midnight!”
But I just strapped him into the car seat while he cried and yelled, “No. No. I don’t want to go. I’m cold.” As if he ever got to choose not to go.
My middle child, offered Isaac his own coat, which Isaac refused.
Whew. I was already imagining the fit we would have at drop off when he had to snatch his coat back to go to school.
My oldest presented the car-blanket I had planned to use for Isaac.
Isaac howled and pushed it away, “No. It’s dirty!”
I took off my own coat and laid it over him, which did nothing to calm his screams.
“I want a blanket from inside!”
I shut the door. Seriously. That’s the thanks I get. I went to the drivers’ side of the car and got in.
Then I realized, I’m just like him. How many times have I treated God the same way? I don’t want this blessing, I want this one.
My coat was warmer than most of our blankets, large enough to cover all of him, not too heavy but warm. Everything he needed. Yet he wanted a soft, thin blanket with a cartoon character on it, and he wanted it now. Nothing else would do.
Have you ever felt that way? Like you know what’s best for you and nothing else will do?
Yeah. Me, too.
On days like this, all I can say is thank you Jesus for loving this ungrateful child.
Dear God, please help us to be grateful for today’s blessings. In Jesus name, Amen.