A few days ago, we were almost home.
My 2-year old, CTC, was asking for a snack and there was nothing in the car for him to eat.
We were 2 minutes from home. Literally.
He persisted in asking all 3 of us continuously and
he was specifically asking for "Pop-Tuuuurts".
My husband, who was driving, encouraged him that we were almost home and we would give him a snack then.
But, my little one wasn't having it.
I turned for a moment to look towards the road.
When I glanced back, I gasped.
My sweet little boy was finding bits of left-over snacks from his car seat and
cramming them into his mouth as quickly as he could.
"NOOO! NOOOO!!", I bellowed.
"That is NOT a snack! We are almost home!
JUST WAIT!"
He looked at me with all seriousness and said,
"No Mommy! You no talk to me anymore!"
After I got on to him for that comment and had him apologize, I couldn't let it go.
Not that I was mad at him -- because he is learning his boundaries as a toddler.
But it stuck with me because sometimes I act just like that with God.
God is telling me to wait - for just a few minutes.
He has something so awesome, but it is just not time yet.
And instead, I look around at what I have that is "good enough" and cram it in my mouth.
And then, when he tells me "No!" or "Wait!" - I get mad and refuse to talk with Him.
I don't know why I don't trust Him more.
I am such a toddler in my faith sometimes.
I prefer the instant gratification of week-old bits of Pop-Tarts to a freshly made meal from Him.
And as I sit there cramming the crusty snacks in my mouth, He shakes His head at me.
Not because I am a disappointment, because He obviously sees my limitations, but because I am missing out on His best.
Luckily, my 2-year old will grow up and learn patience.
And maybe one of these days, I will grow up and learn it too.
