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I don’t want the good parts



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.     

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Dawn said…
Stacey,
That was GOOD!!!
January 17, 2013 at 6:12 PM
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