I was enjoying some pre-bedtime talk with my daughter tonight. She was talking about how hot she it was at school. It was so hot that she was wishing for rain so she got out the sidewalk chalk and proceeded to do something about it. She drew clouds and rain, rainbows and pots of gold while the sun beat on the back of her neck. I smiled at the story when she said, “And guess what? My wish came true!” She was so excited. Then she said, “It didn’t come true right away. It took a few days, but then it rained so my wish worked.”
And here I am, rolling that story around in my head and wondering why I don’t think more like my daughter. By contrast, I’m generally the one acting like a five-year-old when I’m praying for a solution to a problem only to be frustrated and disappointed when the answer doesn’t immediately come crashing down from the sky to hit me on the head. I have no patience when it comes to my own wishes and goals. And, worst of all, I probably don’t recognize sought-after blessings when it takes a while for them to appear.
I want to change. I want to be like my daughter. I want to believe in my wishes, I want to have the patience to wait for them to come true, and I want to have gratitude even when the answers don’t come according to my timetable. I’m just not sure where to start. Perhaps I need to invest in a set of sidewalk chalk.
Just curious, what would you draw?
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