I hear the bag wrestling in her room….. I peer through her door, to find her huddled in the corner with the box of lucky Charms…. She peers through her fallen bangs to see me catching her in the act… She smiles sheepishly, as though she knows she has been caught….. As I walk to her, I see a pile that she is making on the floor… In a heap between her Indian style, I see marshmallows… She is picking out the good and leaving behind the bad… I try to explain to a one year old, she has to take all or nothing…..
Is this when it begins?… Our struggle with only wanting the good, forgetting that the bad often makes us full and complete…
There have been many times in my life that I have questioned God’s provision for my life, especially when he gave me what I felt was bad….. The loss of both my parents, the struggle to find myself, the rock bottom of who I was… The bad cereal that God was allowing in my life, so that I would find the good in him… So that I could be full on His word and complete in whom He wanted me to be….Through my parent’s deaths dozens of people came to the Lord, one of whom is my husband. Through the struggle of self searching, I found a Savior who carried the burden of sin that was much too heavy for myself , and in the rock bottom, I found joy, for my Heavenly Father was searching for me, his one sheep who had wandered astray…
Gods plan for my life is often different from the plan that I have for myself, but I trust him… Because I know all too well, what too much sugar can do to child……
Job 2:10 “Should we only accept good from God and not adversity?”
