YOU DON'T LIKE ME!

This is the mantra whined through a geyser of tears when my 5 year old doesn't get her way. Through her sobbing, I can tell she really believes it. The question is, where would she come up with that? I lavish love and and attention upon her, but in those moments where I am not giving her exactly what she wants, she goes into self-pity mode.

Kinda sounds like someone else I know.

Me.

Yeah, I'll admit it. The thought has crossed my mind once or twice (or a hundred times, depending on the situation) when God doesn't answer my prayers the way I want. I remember that "God so loved the world," which includes me but only in the most generic sense--or so I think. I tend to forget all the gazillion other things He's done for me, things I haven't even asked for.

How crazy and immature is that? (Seriously, a rhetorical question--not the one I want you to answer. LOL!)

While we must work on our little one, to train her not to implode when she doesn't get her way, I've realized I have to be trained to. Thus, this season. The never-ending-I'm-sick-of-manna-crackers season.

Have you learned a powerful lesson about yourself through your kids, or through watching how others behave?