Today I picked up my boys' from spending the night at my sister's and as we were pulling away I heard a deep sigh and an " Oh, no!" from the back of the van. Caleb had left his new t-shirt from b-ball camp in her car. She had already left... too late. Then the tears came.
My first instinct was to say "It's not a big deal, we'll get it sometime." Of course, that led to more tears. And then I became frustrated. But as looked in the rear-view mirror at my distraught 7 yr. old, the Lord brought something to mind.
In an instant, I recalled the many tears I shed just this morning all alone to my Heavenly Father over the unbearable thought of David and our group leaving Sarah again when they have to come back to the States. I too wanted something RIGHT NOW that I may not get. How grateful I am that my Father doesn't get frustrated by my cries or brush me off.... but instead, He extends His loving-kindness and grace forever.
Filled with a new sense of compassion, I stopped the van and turned to my son and said, "I am so sorry honey, I know how much you wanted that t-shirt today." He nodded with a tear still lingering on his face. Then I said, " We will get the shirt the very next time we see Christine, ok?" He nodded again, but this time with a look of relief that I understood.
Disappointment and not getting what you want is tough surrender no matter how great or small and is so relative to what is important to you. I am definitely NOT comparing a t-shirt to a child but am thankful today that God reminded me to have patience with one another bearing one another's burdens with love and compassion.... even when your son forgets his t-shirt : )