Sometimes We Don't Really Want What We Ask For

Xander was intrigued by my new footwear this spring and asked 4379247 questions in about 3 seconds flat.

"Mama, are those your shoes?"

"What is that noise?" 

"What do you call those shoes?"

"Fip fops?"

"Why are they called that?"

Etc, etc.  It went on and on.

Later that day, he declared that he wanted some flip flops too.  Pretty please, Mama? 

No problem. 

A few days later, we took the kiddos to the mall in search of new summer shoes. 

Solomon was thrilled once he found some Lighting McQueen sandals. 

Xander turned his nose up at them.  He wanted "fip fops like Mama and Daddy." 

Fine.

So we tried some flip flops on him and he immediately started screeching.

I couldn't get them off of him fast enough.  I asked him what was wrong and he said he needed socks.

I attempted to quietly discuss how flip flops go in between your toes and so you couldn't really wear socks with them.

Nope.  He wasn't hearing it.

So we showed him.  And the screeeeeching began again. People were starting to stare now. 

We tried a few different pairs.  Nothing was acceptable.

So we moved to sandals. 

Those weren't right either. 

We ended up with some slip on shoes.  He was not thrilled.  He was as frustrated with me as I was with him.  This picture speaks volumes. 

Defeated, we trudged back to the van.  Tantruming continued and we cancelled our afternoon plans. 

And once again, this whole scenario was on my mind.  I was frustrated.  I was annoyed.  And I took it to prayer.

Oh man.  I was quickly reminded how many times I've begged God for something and then not been happy with it when it came.  Sigh.  I've done it so many times! "Flip flops, pleaaaaaaaaaaase God???? Pretty please?" 

And then He gives them to me... and it's uncomfortable.  It doesn't feel right.  And I start my own screeching to Him. 

I cry and tell Him, "NO!  NO NO NO!  This isn't what I asked for!" even though it really is what I asked for.

And so I try a new pair of shoes... and they aren't quite right either.  Then I have a tantrum. 

Ouch. 

This parenting gig is tough.  It's sanctifying!  It's worth it.  I have learned so much about my relationship with God as I watch my relationships with my children. 

Have you ever asked for something from God and then been unhappy when He gives you what you ask for?  Surely, Xander and I are not isolated incidents. 

~Stephanie