Well, it happened. Writer’s block. I’m not sure I’m even a writer or that writer’s block can even happen after two weeks of blogging; nonetheless, here we are. And, by “we” I mean all tens of tens of you checking the blog daily to see if a new blog post has magically appeared. And, by “tens of tens” of you I mean me. I’m checking the blog daily to see if a new post has magically appeared. So, here I am. Just me and my friend, Writer’s Block.
That doesn’t mean I haven’t been busy. Kaden drove down (IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT) Saturday night and surprised us. Kendall, my favorite daughter, was his accomplice and knew about the plan several days before he made the trip. Sweet girl set her alarm for 2:30AM to unlock the door for him. I was STUNNED…well, yes, that she woke up at 2:30 (the girl can sleep) but also that Kaden was home. I yelled to the servants, “Prepare the fatted calf, and bring me the purple robe. My son is home!” Wait, I am the servants. So, I went to HEB to get groceries for his favorite meals and helped him with his laundry.
I’m also in the process of rearranging rooms: painting, moving furniture, buying WWE sheets, and weeding out clothing and knick knacks that don’t fit or don’t fit in anymore. It is a SLOW process.
Slow is not a speed that many people like. We aren’t, by nature, patient people. Evidenced by the conversation I had with my 11 year old, Kase.
As with many of my parenting decisions, I started the Great Redecorating Overhaul of 2013 with the eldest child (the one still living at home). With age comes privilege (and responsibility), so it made sense to me to start with Kendall’s room, move to Kase’s room, and finish with Kyle’s room.
After painting Kendall’s new room and putting some of the pieces together, Kase walked in and asked if I was going to start on his room now.
Like, right then.
Now, before you start dogging Kase for his impatience or criticizing my parental skilz, let me offer some insight. Kase was, and is, super excited about the plans for his new room. He asked for a “rock-climbing, hunting, outdoorsy, baseball” room. I mean, because those pinboards are all over Pinterest. Regardless, we talked through some ideas, I let him pick out the paint color, and I told him I would do my best to design what he imagined in his head.
In his mind, his room is going to be the best room in the history of his whole life because it will be tailor made for his unique personality and creativity.
But, it’s easy to see someone else’s room and want what they have.
Not that Kase wants a mint green, black and white chevron room like Kendall.
And not that you and I want what our friends have.
We just want the “thing” that God has tailor made for us based on our unique personality and creativity. We want God to implement the “more than we could have asked or imagined.”
But, we want it right now.
Like, right now.
And, then we get mad when God designs and implements “the thing” for someone else.
I see it happen all over the place. Jealousy, ungratefulness, belittling, and judgment are a few ways entitlement rears its ugly head. If we don’t get the thing we think we should, and, heaven forbid, someone else gets it, our nature is to begrudge the recipient. It’s not the recipients issue. It’s a me issue. It’s a personal problem. Thankfully, it’s a problem God is big enough to handle.
This past summer, I spent a little bit of time studying the life of Moses (the guy in the Bible, you know, “let my people go” dude). The speaker at our family camp spent the entire week teaching on Moses’ early life (not the part where Moses leads God’s people out of Egypt, but the 80 freakin’ years Moses spends BEFORE he gets to do all those cool things: parts the Red Sea, turns his staff into a snake, makes water come out of rocks). Our speaker said, “Don’t minimize the importance of the mundane and the waiting.” It’s in the waiting God refines and prepares us.
Our true character is revealed, however, while we wait for our room, but someone else gets theirs.
Friend, know that God is FOR you. He is working to design something in your life that exceeds your wildest imagination. It may not look like what you thought, but it is designed for you by the One who designed you. Don’t hate on the ones who get a glimpse of their ‘thing,’ let’s CELEBRATE with them. And, be encouraged that God is working all around us and He is working on us. He hasn’t forgotten you. Trust the waiting.
Because if anyone can pull off a “rock-climbing, hunting, outdoorsy, baseball” room, it’s God.