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Give It To Me Now

Many times I find similarities between my relationship with my children, and my relationship with my Father in Heaven.  Today was no exception.

My two-year old stomped his chubby little feet over to me, and asked in his sweet little way for a pear.  Sounded more like, "Pay-ah."  Knowing his hunger after waking up from a nap, I obliged, hopping up and grabbing a pear from the basket.

But in his wee mind, pears were in the refrigerator for some weird, irrational reason.  And when I closed the fridge door and told him to wait, he commenced Toddler Tantrum 2000.  Threw his cup, stomped his feet, cried and shrieked at the top of his lungs.  I repeated, "Jed, Mommy's cutting the pear.  It will be ready in a minute."  Nope.  He was having none of it.

Until a minute later, when I handed him the bowl with cut pear slices.  Then he wiped away the tears, and toddled off, happy as he could be.

While I was cutting the pears (and trying to not fillet my finger), it occurre…