The Father Knows Best

Here's a little story about God teaching me that He always knows best:

So I had this one little thing I wanted. Seriously, it was minute. No big deal - that is what I thought. When what I wanted didn't happen, I had myself a silent fit. You know what I am talking about. There was no screaming or yelling. I didn't shake my fist at God and say "Why?". It was one of those where I thought to myself, "What is the use of praying? Everything I ask for, I get the opposite. As a matter-of-fact, I should probably stop praying for safety and security because He is likely to take that away from me....." It was that kind of fit.

That same day God showed me that (once again) I had no idea what was best for me. I thought I did. But I didn't. When I realized that He was right and I was wrong, all I could do was grin and say, "Thank you, God, for taking care of me." I have also asked for forgiveness for my bratty, know-it-all attitude that led to the fit.

To God, I must be a very difficult case. I know in my heart that He is on my side but my head resists that sometimes. And yet He proves over and over that I am too quick to get upset over a perceived slight, and I am too forgetful to remember that isn't how God works. Thank goodness He offers up reminders that He does, in fact, know what is best.