Hey
Gang: Remember the little squeezer that
was a speeding bullet in the super market, running to hide from his mom -until
the meat cutter came out of the freezer with full gear on including a face
mask. One could hear the squeal when he
applied his brakes and reversed course to find mom. The next time I saw him he was securely vice-gripped
to his mom.
I bring up
that story again because I was privileged to see a repeat performance of a 39
pounder wrapping his mother around his chubby little paws. A different mom and child, a different supermarket in a different city,
but the same results.
The screams
came from three lanes over- in the snack food aisle. You know the one where the potato chips,
cookies, pretzels and candy are stacked to entice you to blow your diet. By the
times I got there Dennis had extricated himself from the shopping cart and was
standing up where he had full freedom to use his lungs to make his point.
With angry tears streaming out of squinty
eyes, the command was clear and very loud - “Gimme it!” Mom looked my way,
and with embarrassment and a haggard, worn down look, gave into the tyrant in
her shopping cart and handed him a ten pound (maybe exaggerated) Baby Ruth
Candy bar.
I think God
taped me on the shoulder and said, “Do
you remember that kid? You should
because he looks a lot like you”.
There have been many times when I have said to God, Why can’t I have
it?” And there are times when He gave me
what I wanted, not because I wore Him down but rather to teach me a lesson I
needed to learn.
Arthur Ashe
paraphrased James 1:5 to his daughter when he said, “Ask God for the wisdom to know what is right, what God wants done, and
the will to do it”. That is the kind
of sincere prayer that God wants to hear from His children. If God doesn’t give us what we ask for, we
can be sure that He has something far better for us.
Soooo, be
careful when you are in a “gimmie” mode; some answered prayers turnout to be a
trip through the wilderness. During my
working years as President of Eagle Village, a treatment center for children
with behavior problems, I often wanted to have a card printed for such
occasions mentioned above. A card I could
give to frazzled mothers -for that day when the 39-pounder suddenly becomes a
180-pounder who wants the family car rather than the 10 pound Baby Ruth Bar!
Blessings,
Gramps
Gramps
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