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As for today’s story, it all started with a cup of ice…
I had stopped at my favorite watering hole on Friday afternoon to get my 44oz. Diet Coke just before going to get the kids from school. When you have a large brood, school-pick-up actually means a lot of sitting-in-the-car-waiting-for-the-bell-to-finally-ring. So I sit…with an ice-cold soda, as it makes me happy…and when mama is happy, the kids don’t get killed for being noisy while waiting in the car. So just as our three junior highers were entering the vehicle, I had finished off my icy cold beverage and had decided to give the cup full of soft, crunch ice to the sweaty girls sitting directly behind me. I pulled out of the school’s parking lot and onto the road, trying to carry on conversation with one of our other girls only to be interrupted over and over by the two with the cup.
These two girls (who shall remain nameless for the time being) argued and bickered over this iced treasure for almost a full 5 minutes before I decided that enough was enough. I reached back wordlessly and felt around until my hand found the plastic rim…and I plucked it from their hands and returned it to the cup holder next to me…and then continued on in my conversation.
Once inside, I decided to deliver the other cup to the second of the “Ice Fighters”, as I didn’t want arguing over which cup was fullest…but I couldn’t locate her. Looking down the hall, I saw her bedroom door closed, so I walked down to her door and knocked, the cup of cool treasure in hand.
Deciding to feel things out before handing over the cup of coolness, I placed my hand behind my back and asked “Sup?”
Me: “Soooo…you are in here pouting because you think I gave your sister the ice and not you?”
Her: “……….I dunno”
There have been many occasions in my life when things don’t seem fair…and most of the time, I haven’t been afraid to call it as I see it. (** on a side note, one of my favorite movies as a teenager was Labyrinth and the girl in the movie was always saying “It’s not fair!”. There is a moment when the Goblin King does something very much unfair, but when Sara yells out her motto, he walks up to her face and whispers “You say that so often. I wonder what your basis for comparison is.” Um…ouch!!**)
There have been moments when certain people have wronged me and seem to be getting all the “good stuff” while I was sitting, getting “nothing“. I too have taken off to my bedroom to pout when I felt He wasn’t “doing it right” more often than I would like to admit to. In those moments, what wise thing did I say to God? I have basically said the same thing my daughter said to me: “Why didn’t you come to me before doing what You did? I have a side to tell too, You know?” Ya…wise old me…ha!
I am sure that I will have another tantrum moment in my life because, well, I am just stubborn like that…but even as I sit here now, I can almost picture God’s reaction to it. Him leaned against the door frame with one hand hidden behind His back. He waits until I am done venting and then drills His eyes straight into mine as He says: “Mmmmm…question for you…”
Looking up as always…
>What a "cool" story!!! I could picture God standing at the door, but I wonder what he was holding behind his back? Cuz I'll betcha neither one of us could even come close to guessing what it is… He ALWAYS over-delivers and provides what we don't even imagine can be ours.Looking up with you,Suz