So this past weekend, my 6 year old son asks what are we going to eat for dinner. I asked him what he wanted. He said pizza. I said alright and told him I would order it in a little bit. For the next hour and a half, Kaden asked me over and over when the pizza was going to be there. He whined and it said it needed to hurry up. The pizza shows up. I cut him a piece. He eats one piece. He then looks at me and says can I have a pancake. I was like you have to be kidding. For the last 2 hours, you begged and cried for pizza. You get it and then you say, no I want something else. And not just something else, but something he eats all of the time. He was not even trading up.
As this was happening, I began to chuckle in my soul. I came to the realization that I do this same thing to my heavenly father all of the time. God, here is what I want. Thanks for giving that to me, but I have changed my mind. God’s tolerance of human fickleness is just more evidence of His mercy and patience. I beg and cry and kick and stomp until I get what I want, only to behave like a kid on Christmas morning who got the toy he had been requesting, play with it for 5 minutes and then ignore it like he never really wanted it. We should be careful what we ask for, we just might get it.