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."