Parents are an interesting figure in our lives. We start out totally and completely obsessed with them and never want to leave their side, but then one day, we want them to never say our name in public and just leave us alone. Then five years later, we're calling our mom every second of the day asking questions like, "How do I do my taxes?"
We create different ways in our own minds of how something should happen, when it should happen and whether or not people are there when it happens and if so, we try to imagine who would be there and how they'd react. We throw ourselves off because we believe that there's only one right way for a blessing to come.
There’s an old saying that goes like this, “sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me.” Although the intent behind this rhyme may have been to encourage kids to be optimistic and not allow negative words to affect them, I believe that rather than teaching not to listen to negative words, children should have been taught not to speak them. Words are powerful and hearts are fragile. We must protect ourselves and others from the death of negative words.
We become anxious, impatient and sometimes even a little frustrated when things don't happen when we think they should. I think everyone either has or will at some point experience the curiosity as to why God seems to take "so long" in answering our prayers or fulfilling His promises.