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), i