A few minutes ago, the boys were out in the pool and I was working on dinner... I just put the diced chicken in the skillet and Mark calls for me. I know what this is... Zach pooped in the pool, again. So being the
great parent that I am, I clean up the mess and then send Zach to his room until dinner - which is not the way I usually discipline. But, I am so over this potty training and I'm already grumpy... It's only year four of this charade!! No, he's not four years old, we've been potty training since he was three - he's seven, almost eight.
So knowing that I'm grumpy and faced with this frustrating situation, what do I do? I overreact. And in the middle of my overreacting, I think, "Wow, it's a good thing God doesn't treat me like this." Do I change my overreacting ways, nope.
I realize that I do so many things that must annoy God. Gossip, ignore others' needs, be mean to my husband, laziness, not treating others well, lie, the list goes on... Sure I have consequences for my sins, but He doesn't overreact. I am so overwhelmed when I think about all that God forgives. Just like that. He doesn't smite me because I looked the other way (for the 400th time) when there was a need. But yet I don't always reciprocate that love to my children. It reminds me why I need to stay connected to God - so I can draw from HIS strength, not my frustration.
But this also makes me wonder how God would handle Zach pooping in the pool. I bet He would have healed him of the mental handicap/low muscle tone that makes him difficult to potty train! Or at least have a miracle of Biblical proportions and get this kid pooping in the potty on a regular basis!