There’s nothing like a strong parenting moment to help you more fully understand the Fatherhood of God.
Kateri wakes up each morning demanding “a piece of bread with butter all around it”. By which she means, lightly toasted bread with butter spread precisely on every particle of the surface. Anything less is tantrum inducing.
Horror of horrors, we were out of butter this morning. Could you hear the tantrum? It was amazing.
When she calmed down enough to hear me, I offered her Nutella in place of the butter. “NOOOOO!!! I WANT BUTTER!”
I adore butter as much as the next gal, but guys. Nutella. I offered her something far superior to butter and she would have nothing of it. She had a plan. She dug her heals in the ground. She was a girl who would not be moved.
How many times have we done just this? I know I have. I pray, I hope, I beg God for whatever it is my heart desires at that moment. He says “No, but…” and I don’t even wait long enough to hear the rest. I dig my heels in and become a girl who will not be moved.
His plan is ALWAYS better. He’s our Father and wants the very best for us, even more than we do with our children. But, like children, we throw fits when we don’t get what we want.
It’s Nutella to butter, but if it’s not what I had envisioned, I cast it aside. I need to step back, quiet myself, and realize that prayer isn’t asking for what I want, but asking to be open to His will. That’s a whole lot more difficult than begging for my hearts desire. It’s not magic. It’s prayer.
Ask for butter, but be open to the Nutella He offers.
(In the end, Kateri saw the light and enjoyed her Nutella on toast.)