Yesterday I had the privilege of watching my little grandson. When he’s hungry he tries to open the refrigerator, pull over his high chair and signs, “eat”. Then we go through the game where I point and he says, “No” to several items until I come to sugar. Oh, sugar how sweet tho aren’t. He never says, “No” to sugar. Now being a grandparent it is quite tempting to just let him have whatever he wants. However, I am still a parent and I love my daughter and know that it’s not only not good for my grandson—it’s not good for my daughter either. So I refrain. I want to make my grandson happy but I’d rather he be healthy.
Then the epiphany. God the Father wants me to have what I want. He’s a good, good, Father. (Check out the song: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djrY_eFDOwE) It is more important to Father that I am healthy rather than that I am happy. He knows that happiness won’t last long if I’m not healthy. He’s a good, good, Father; it’s who He is.
I got this. If I am like a little child I will be corrected. If I am corrected it is because I am loved. I had to be in time-out for a while today. It’s okay—I am better for it. Not happy but healthier than ever before.