The End of the World.

(an end of the world day ala Brayden at 3 months old)

Do you ever have those moments with your kids where you just know that your child thinks it's the end of the world? You know, those moments where all hell breaks loose because the peanut butter and jelly sandwich is running just 2 minutes too late, or the shoe laces are tied too tight, or they have to endure a 2 minute car ride so they can go get ice cream. You know, the end of the world.

Today, as both kids were screaming at the same time, I felt like I just might join in on the end of the world drama. Life right now doesn't really seem like what I want it to be. Truth be told, I'm not sure life is ever truly how we want it to be. God doesn't really say that we're in for a fun ride... just that we're in for a ride. The funny thing about my life is that it's a lot like those end of the world dramas that my toddlers throw. They throw a fit about being buckled in the car seat so that they can go get ice cream. Ice cream. Pretty much every kids dream, right?! Yet somehow they bemoan the 5 minute carride as the end of the world, when all I'm really trying to do is get them a fun treat! They throw a fit because the sandwich is (to them) taking too long, and if only they'd wait 2 minutes they'd know that it was taking a bit longer because I was cutting it out into fun shapes.

I guess today I made the correlation between me and my toddlers. You see, I kick and scream about the seat belts and the late sandwiches of life. They seem like such inconveniences, and I feel like I don't really need them, but in reality they are necessary to get me to the end prize. I kick and I scream about, what in the grand scheme of things, is a minute part of the entire journey. Kind of makes me feel silly even writing about the drama of it all. The best part is though, that even through the kicking and the screaming, God is patient with me. He allows me to voice my frustrations. But what he really wants me to do is to quit fighting and to enjoy the ride. To buckle up in His arms and to rest in knowing that He has a great journey for me that will bring me to something far better than I could have ever planned on my own. I'm not good at the whole "Be still and know that I am GOD" part of life. But I'm learning. And maybe one day, I'll look past the seat belts and late sandwiches and realize that just down the road, there's an end result that's worth the wait.