My daughter Jasmine started kindergarten this year. And although she loves the activity, friends, and fun each new day brings, she is also very tired. Going to school all day, everyday, and being just five years old is tough.
So last night as I was putting Jasmine to bed a bit before her brothers, and she was tearful.
“Why do I have to go to bed before everybody else mom?” she asked.
“Because you have to get up so much earlier than them for school, honey.”
We went through the motions of putting on jammies and brushing teeth and as she crawled into bed she wearily said, “I don’t want to be an adult mom! I don’t.”
To which I replied, “Oh honey, it’s okay. It’s still going to be a long time before you’re an adult. You don’t need to worry.”
And then she wailed: “But why did God have to make me a human?!?”
I stifled a giggle at her odd proclamation, and thought what else would you have wanted him to make you?! I comforted her as best I could. I told her it would be fine. She’s just getting older, and it’s all a part of life. I told her I loved her and kissed her goodnight.
But can’t we all relate? Although I may never have asked God to be something other than human, I am sure I have asked for something other than my life. I’ve wondered why I couldn’t be more like my friend who is so hospitable and gracious, or a better writer, speaker, wife, or anything. I’ve questioned all of it.
Haven’t I too doubted God’s ability to use me, just as I am?
And yet, he does: Imperfections and all.
And this gives me confidence that he will use Jasmine too, even on the days she wishes she were something other than human…
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