The other day we were eating tacos. Ryan wanted a tortilla and I had two choices; a torn in half soft flour one or a corn one that was whole. He chose the corn. Then he wanted the toppings in it and to roll it up. Not just roll it in a tube, nope. He wanted it rolled and tucked in like a full blown burrito. If you have ever tried rolling a cold corn tortilla you will know that it was disastrous. After a few tears he agreed to the flour tortilla. It rolled perfectly (and probably tasted better).
How often do I do this? No, Heavenly Father, I want it this way. No, no it will work. I can do it, don't try to stop me. Then it doesn't work. I can only hope that I can be half as gracious as he is as my children make mistakes, and they ask for my help in fixing them.
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