My son and I were travelling in the car today and we had quite the interesting conversation. He has recently come into a large sum of money from a friend of the family ($10) and he is dying to spend it. He had his heart set on buying those $4 xbox games from Burger King. When I refused to allow him to buy the games he became quite upset.
My rational was...Christmas is coming in three days, you don't know what you're getting, wait until after Christmas and you can use your money on whatever you want to by that you still want.
His rational was...I have $10 dollars of my own money, I want to spend it now. In addition he said, "You and mom didn't know I wanted the Burger King games so I know you didn't get them for me".
To which I responded, "Son don't you think your mom and I know you well enough to know what you want without you even asking?"
(The truth is we've already bought the game for him... he didn't even have to ask. I wanted to tell him so bad...but he has to wait the payoff on Christmas will be so much better. He'll be so happy, so suprised. He'll have joy and we'll share that joy together.)Conner: No response...deep thought... "But it's my money and I want it now"
I said, "Son, don't you trust me?"
Conner: "Yes, I trust you...but..."
I said, "If you trust me there's no buts."
Conner: "Yes, I trust you...but..."
I interuppted again
Conner: "Dad you're making me mad"
I said, "You're making me sad, what's worse?"
Conner: Long pause....deep thought...muffled tones.... "being sad"
End of conversation
During my conversation with Conner I had the eeire feeling I've been down this path before. I've heard the same rational, same reasoning except the words were coming out of my mouth directed towards my father.
How many times have I questioned God's goodness? How many times have I wanted things my way, right now and refuse to accept no or wait for an answer? God has tryed to tell me just wait...I've gotter a better plan...and it will cost you much less. He's said, you'll be happy, trust me. I know you better then you think. How many times have I failed to trust him or try to put conditions on my trust? How many times have I ended up frustrated and mad and felt justified, while God was broken hearted and sad. I understand his hurt a little better now. I think he wants to tell me, he wants to spill the beans. But I think he also feels like I did about Conner. One day soon you will experience the joy I have set aside for you and when the right time comes we'll share that joy together.
Long pause...deep thougths...muffled tones...
Sorry Dad for making you sad. Help me to trust you more.
Rich