We went out to eat last night and to make a very LONG story short, we waited a LONG time for our food.
So long in fact, I ended up taking my very impatient 18 month old outside after he made several scenes in the restaurant.
We were out walking on the sidewalk, and Anders kept trying to run into the street into oncoming traffic. Over and over again, he would rip his hand out of my hand and try to run into the street.
I was getting frustrated and eventually I just carried him on our walk and didn’t let him have the opportunity to get away from me and put himself into harms way.
As I was walking back to the restaurant, I thought to myself how many times God must have thought the same thing about me.
How many times I have metaphorically let go of his hand and tried to run into oncoming traffic and how many times He took that opportunity away from me for my own good, for my own safety, for my own protection. He could see the bigger picture. He could see the dangers He was keeping me away from even when I couldn’t.
I’ve had a bit of a rough walk on my faith journey the past year but His message rang loud and clear last night and I wanted to share it with you all on this stormy Sunday evening.
(And yes, we did eventually get our food. The boys were so terrible a sweet old lady stopped on her way out and said ‘I sure hope you get your food soon dear.’) 
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