what’s for dinner?
It never fails … I’m in the kitchen preparing dinner when one-by-one my kidlets walk in and ask, “What’s for dinner?”
It struck me last night that I’ve been getting overly irritated at that question lately. Why? Because they usually complain about my answer and I don’t have the last nerve to hear it! Can I get a witness?
My crankiness over one simple question and the anticipation of my answer’s response, got me thinking of how much trouble I’d be in if God got cranky over my questions.
Truth is, I don’t always care for His answers and I’ve been known to
whine complain a bit too.
And then. Just like that, right there in the middle of mashing potatoes and stirring gravy, I’m reminded of and thankful for a patient and loving God. He listens to my whines, cries, and complaints. No crankiness in sight.
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