Just like his Mama

This morning my sweet youngest son was having difficulty with one of his PC games.  It has been an issue for a couple of days now.  I have listened patiently each time he tried to log in, insisting it was probably just a server problem and it should be working soon.  I am not that techno savvy, so I didn't think that much of it.

Well, this morning the frustration was too much.  I heard the anger rising in his voice so I offered to help.  Of course each idea was met with resistance and reassurance that I simply "did not understand".  Which probably is accurate but none-the-less I have had to use the Help option more then a few times in my life.

After a few minutes he simply started deleting the shortcuts and walked away.

While in the kitchen, a few minutes later, I whispered to God, "Lord, when he is ready, I will help him."

God whispered back. "That's what I say about you."

His words brought a smile to my face.  An actual grin that says "Touche Pussy Cat". Yes, it's true.  I can't count how many times I have simply muttered things under my breath, annoyed with something, not ready to really hear much less do what would be required.  I just want to delete the shortcuts and walk away.  All the while God is next to me offering help, suggestions, guidance, and I simply feel He doesn't understand. Each idea or even command is met with my own resistance and excuses.

God lovingly says, "When you're ready, I will help."