The morning had started off in the usual manner, and my three year old had her usual morning attitude. She is often the first one out and about, making her way to her Dad’s chair, and whining for something or other. We have moved past a cup of milk, but whatever her discomfort, she will let us know about it. On this morning she was doing well at not whining as I often instruct her, but I was not prepared for her next question.
“Ugh! Why did God make our backs to scratch, and we can’t itch it?” she asked, disgusted.
I laughed at this tiny girl’s ministrations as she tried to relieve her itching, then I was struck with her attitude, and the danger of such an attitude. My first reaction was to harshly correct the attitude, but her dad offered his assistance.
“If you come over here, I will scratch it for you.” She made her way over to him, and appreciated the helpful hand. Looking up she said, “You got the spot.” Again I coached her to say “thank you.”
Perhaps her father’s patience was the best thing for her…I know that my Heavenly Father’s patience was best for me. He lovingly corrects our ill assumptions with His goodness. I am grateful for this morning and that God allows us to question Him. His patience is precious.
Romans_2:4 Or despisest thou the riches of his goodness and forbearance and longsuffering; not knowing that the goodness of God leadeth thee to repentance?
Perhaps someday, she will realize and be grateful for her earthly daddy and her Heavenly Father.
Written over three years ago.