Last night, I watched as my five year old screamed and rolled around in her bed, wadding all her blankets up impossibly after I told her to go to bed.
"I can't fix my blankets!!!!" she wailed, not stopping in her thrashing or her whining.
Softly, I told her, "If you just ask nicely for help, I would be happy to help you. I can't really help you if you are throwing a tantrum." Kicking out she hurt her foot hard on the top of the bunk bed.
Unaffected, her tantrum continued as the Spirit opened the eyes of my understanding. I am so often like this child, throwing a tantrum in my circumstances. Heavenly Father is there patiently (and sometimes amusingly) waiting for me to stop and nicely ask for help.
I saw myself so clearly in the meaningless yet consuming emotion of whining and His role in my life. Laughing ruefully, I shared my connection with my other children and we felt the truth of it. Ouch. I am quite the tantrum thrower.
Thanks for the lesson, my dear little Papaya. :)
"I can't fix my blankets!!!!" she wailed, not stopping in her thrashing or her whining.
Softly, I told her, "If you just ask nicely for help, I would be happy to help you. I can't really help you if you are throwing a tantrum." Kicking out she hurt her foot hard on the top of the bunk bed.
Unaffected, her tantrum continued as the Spirit opened the eyes of my understanding. I am so often like this child, throwing a tantrum in my circumstances. Heavenly Father is there patiently (and sometimes amusingly) waiting for me to stop and nicely ask for help.
I saw myself so clearly in the meaningless yet consuming emotion of whining and His role in my life. Laughing ruefully, I shared my connection with my other children and we felt the truth of it. Ouch. I am quite the tantrum thrower.
Thanks for the lesson, my dear little Papaya. :)
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