An everyday occurrence. Gus screamed at me as I turned quesadillas. 30 seconds left until his favorite food was in front of him, but he wanted more food now! My frustration crept up with each second as he kept screaming. If only he got what I am doing for him right now.
(how both of us felt)
Then I heard it… that’s you.
As I ate my lunch, I realized that I can find myself in Gus’s tantrums. Screaming on the floor because he doesn’t want to get up and walk into the kitchen to get his drink. Demanding more when he already has plenty on his plate. Violently throwing an unwanted snack on the ground.
That’s me. Daily, I squirm in my frustration about life instead of trusting him and his promises. Ungratefully, I demand more. I demand that God hand it to me here and now, instead of patiently waiting or inching closer to Him. Telling God this is not what I wanted.
Gus’s tantrums are age-appropriate, expected. Mine remind me that I have so far to come. But, today, I’m thankful for my child who screams through meal times, to remind me that as I meet all of Gus’s needs and try to teach him that I always will… God will meet all of my needs, always.
“Which one of you, if your son asks for bread, will give him a stone? Or if he asks for a fish will give him a snake? If you, then, though you are evil, know how to give good gifts to your children, how much more will your Father in heaven give good gifts to those who ask him!” Matthew 7:9-11