Natalie

I was sitting on the couch in the living room but I could hear Natalie’s pleading from the office, crystal clear.

“I don’t wanna go to bed! Why do I have to go? It’s not fair!”

Her whines filled the house, carried on the strength of a 10-year-old’s anger.

When it became obvious that her mother was not to be persuaded, the stomps came.

Barging past me came Natalie in her red felt boots, pressing her heels with power into the hardwood floors.

With each stomp, the barrette in her hair bounced.

Her bottom lip was poked out, her eyebrows were bunched together,  and her eyes narrowed.

She was beyond annoyed and it showed.

When she finally reached her bedroom, she slammed the door, rattling the decorative nameplate on it.

I laughed softly to myself as I remembered my own Natalie moment.

When I was around the same age, I was upset that I couldn’t go to a particular restaurant.

So I pouted.

I stomped.

I whined like there was no tomorrow.

And as I sat in my bedroom, fuming and lamenting my poor ol’ terrible life, my parents were readying themselves to leave the house….

….And had decided to take me to the restaurant after all.

But it wasn’t what I expected.

The food didn’t taste as good. The restaurant didn’t glow as much. The conversation wasn’t as jovial.

I remember feeling guilty and bad.  I had been a major brat. I had forced my parents to take me, and it was a miserable time.

It wasn’t fun and it wasn’t what I wanted.

We all have our Natalie moments.

When things aren’t going our way or when we don’t get what we want, our bottom lips droop.

We want to bang our fists and feet against the ground.

We want to run up to God’s throne and whine,

“When?”  

“Why?”

and sometimes,

“Pretty pretty please?!”

And when we do, our Heavenly Father responds in the perfect way He always does.

Sometimes, like Natalie’s mom, He will not acquiesce because what we want is not at all good for us.

And sometimes, like my parents, He may allow us to have what we’re asking for in order to teach, humble, and mature.

Like any good Parent, God only desires to dispense good gifts from His hand.

And like any good child, as we mature, we need to learn obedience.

Acceptance.

Humility.

And patience.

As I age physically and spiritually, I trust more and more that what He says and answers is indeed the ultimate best.

My whine is in the cellar, hopefully never to be opened again.

And soon, so will Natalie’s.  


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