I was thinking about the lost poodle again and I was thinking about my new oven which is not working, yet, but I have prayed that God will make it work, and I was wondering what does it mean if those prayers are not answered? Does it mean that God does not answer prayers? Does it mean He does not exist?
Those seem to be the conclusions that others reach.
I happened to be thinking of it as I nursed my baby son. As I looked down at him, I was so filled with gratitude for this perfect, wonderful gift and I realized God didn't have to give me another thing ever. This one little boy was more than enough. And yet, He has given me more than this one boy. He's given me seven daughters, a husband, a home, the gospel, education, clothes, comfort, health, happiness . . . the list goes on and on. How can I be the recipient of so much and mope and whine and doubt Him if He doesn't find a lost poodle or fix my stove? I've been being silly.
The funny thing is that children do this all the time and I get so frustrated. We could be in California, just back from Disneyland, and on the way home they get angry because we won't stop at McDonald's for ice cream. Then they tell me that I don't love them and this is the worst day of their life. What??? After all I just did for them? How can they so easily forget all the good parts of their day and focus in on this one disappointment?
God must have these moments all the time and I never realized it was me doing it! Shame on me.
And God did fix my stove. :)
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