There
I was stuffing manicotti shells. Hands
full of chicken & ricotta when my little guy wants his apple peeled. “Momma, peel this please.” “Baby, just wait a minute ‘til I finish this
up” was my reply. Needless to say the
patience of a two year old is not fully developed. He began pushing between me and the counter
and begging me to peel his apple. Well,
my hands were full of stuffing mixture and I only had two more noodles
left. I tell him that he will need to wait
until I finished and “the skin is the best part for you anyhow”. His reply was that which could only come from
my little two year old blue eyed cutie.
“But Momma, I don’t want the best parts!”
Well
fortunately I had finished stuffing the last shell and I washed my hands and
peeled his apple. No sooner than I
handed him the apple did I get a sweet thank you and saw his head bouncing out
the door to go back in the yard. At
first it seemed just too cute. He made
me chuckle. But for some reason I continued
to ponder what he said. “I don’t want
the best parts.” The Lord brought me to
Him. How often have I told God that I
don’t want the best parts that He has for me?
Now of course I have never verbally expressed that. But, I have said that in my actions. In my disobedience. When
I cut corners to getting things changed in my home. I just want to get to the good stuff. I don’t always want to make the hard
choices. I don’t want to chew through
all the ick to get to the good. In my
reflection I realized how I have been waiting for Him to peel my apple with
some things in my home right now. I
continue to pray about change, but yet haven’t done the work for the change to
happen. I haven’t munched through the
peel bit by bit. And isn't it in the
tough spots, the work, that we are changed and refined? It’s the best place for God to get out the
ick.
Comments
That was GOOD!!!