I really wanted to give the kids ice cream cones tonight.
It was hot. 84 degrees to be exact. The kids were playing outside, running in the sprinkler and making our play structure into a “water slide.” It was the first real water play of the season, and all three boys were loving it.
I served dinner outside to my soggy boys, and thought to myself I’ll let them play a bit more, then give them ice cream cones before they come in for showers.
That was the plan anyway.
I cleared the dinner dishes and was taking out the garbage when it began.
“He pushed me!”
“He put water on my face!”
“Mom! He pushed me again!”
The fighting and bickering and rude talk continued, even after a warning. So in they went for showers. No ice cream cones tonight.
And I was disappointed. I really wanted to watch them enjoy the first drippy, all-over-their-tummies ice cream cone of the season. They never knew about the ice cream, so they weren’t disappointed. But I was. I wanted to bless them, but had to hold back because of their behavior.
I wonder how often God feels this way about me? If you follow this blog at all, you know I’m a big believer in grace. God doesn’t treat any of us as we deserve, but instead, lavishes grace on us, in spite of us.
And yet I’m sure there are times when He holds back His blessing, just waiting for me to give up my stubborn pride and stop bickering already so He can bless me. I'm sure there are times I've missed out because of my selfishness or arrogance or addictions.
And God just waits. He wants to bless us and He waits.
Thank goodness for ice-cream-cones-tomorrow kind of grace.