Many of the greatest lessons the Lord has taught me about Himself have been through my children.  Today he showed me such a lesson.  This morning as I got my girls dressed for the day my oldest decided she wanted to wear her prety butterfly overalls to play outside.  My yourger girl being the ever so admiring fan of her older sister also wanted to wear her preaty overalls just like her.  As I tried to change her from her pijamas to her tank top to wear under her overalls she began to throw a tantrum.  She was so eager to wear her overalls that she just wanted me to put them on right away over her nightgound instead of letting me put on her top first.  I tried to explain to her that in order for her to wear her overalls she must put on her top firt.  But with all her wailing she didn't hear me explain that to her and instead only thought that I didn't want to put her overalls on and that I wanted her to wear something else.  With as much patience as I humanly could muster I fought against her struggles and tried to ignore her cries while I took off her nightgownd and put on her tank top (it's real tricky to slide little wiggly and tense arms through spagheti straps!).   Then as quckly as I could I grabed her overalls and I showed her that now she was ready to put them on.  As if by a miracle her waillings stoped and a big smile instantly appeared when she realised that indeed my intents all along were to put her overalls on.  So we quckly got them on and away she went following behind her big sis giggling all along.

How many times in life do I act like my baby girl with God?  Many times!  Like my girl I always think I know exactly what I want and I always want it now.  I ask and pray like a good girl asking my Father in Heaven for my wishes and of course I also ask for His will above all.  But is that what I realy want, His will?  When He doesn't answer my prayer right away or not in the way I think He should just like my baby girl I also start to throw tantrums and begin in untrusting desperation to whine, wail and struggle agaisnt what God is trying to do.  Like my daughter didn't trust that I knew exactly what she wanted and how she needed to be prepared with a tanktop on before she could wear he overalls I also fail to trust that the Lord knows what He is doing when things don't go my way and when I want them to.  Like my daughter I because of my tantrums fail to hear what the Lord is telling me which is to have peace in Him and to trust that He is doing what is best for me and for His glory.  I too fight and struggle agaist Him and instead of patiently allowing Him to "dress me" my stuggles may even delay His work.  But thankfuly He being the ever loving and patient Father and despite my fights and cries He continues on with His work in me until eventualy I understand that He indeed is working for me and not against me, just like when my baby girl finaly undestood that all along I planned on putting her overalls on her and that I wasn't working agaisnt her!

How comforting it is to know that our Heavenly Father loves us more even than the immense love that any human mother like myself can have for her children and that His patience with us even in our tantrums is never ending.

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