If you want to know how to get into a proper snit, ask a four-year-old.
I would know.
When I was around that age, I got in a snit about something my Dad had done or wouldn’t let me do.
So I decided to teach him a lesson.
I announced to my Dad, “I’m going to run away from home!”
He replied with a barely suppressed smile, “I’ll help you pack!”
This got me even madder. I bundled some belongings in a bandana and tied it to a stick to prepare for my journey (I must have seen this in a cartoon). I then stormed out of the house dramatically.
I stomped around the backyard for a while to make my point. Eventually, though, I got hungry and had to go back inside for dinner. (Where humble pie was no doubt on the menu.)
What lesson did I learn?
That even though I was mad at my Dad, he provided everything I needed. I had to go back to him. Where else could I go?
In the same way, sometimes we’re unhappy with the way our Heavenly Father is arranging things in our lives.Read more