So our family went on a nice little outing to fill the car with gas today (in the process we spent our life's inheritance, but that's a story for another day.) I thought I'd share our conversation with Brooklyn in the backseat.
Brooklyn: Can I play with Mommy's camera?
Daddy: I'm sorry, no.
Daddy: I already gave you an answer.
Brooklyn: Give me a different answer.
The dialogue sure made me chuckle. Yet when I stopped to think about it, I realized that I often do the same thing. How many times have I prayed and been given an answer, only to turn around and ask God to please give me a different answer because His didn't suit my fancy. Maybe I need to trust that since earthly parents generally know what's best, Heavenly parents probably do too.