“Can we go outside and play?” It is a request I hear often from the children in my care.
“Please clean up the toys first.”
“Can we go outside and play?” Tiny voices raise their volume.
“Clean up first, please.”
Seriously. On any given day, at any given moment, this is my house:
Is it crazy to want the toys picked up before a new adventure begins?
“Why aren’t you answering?” Little feet stamp. Fists curl in frustrating dramatic six-year-old fashion.
Oh how fitting, that the children in my care would mimic my temper tantrums.
How many times have I begged God for an answer only to wait, wait, and wait some more? How many times have I accused him of failing to respond, when in reality, I have failed to listen to his response?
Does He instruct me, as I instruct the children in my home, to clean up an area of life first? How many times have I missed God’s answer (and possible blessing) because I was too busy stamping my feet and shaking my fist?
Lord, give me ears that hear.