Yesterday my son, Micah, was cranky. Not like the "I'm a little boy and I'm tired" cranky but the "I'm a little boy and I want you to do what I want to do so I will be happy" kind of cranky.
I love my Micah. I want to do things that make him happy but I also know that I need to do things that are good for him. We all know that those two don't always go together.
We were playing downstairs. I needed to go upstairs. Micah wanted to come, but he was holding his blankie, his milk, and a bottle of aloe (because it was green). I asked if he wanted help, he said yes. I took the blankie and the milk but he wouldn't give up the aloe (did I mention it was green?). I went upstairs and he tried to follow. The problem was, though, he couldn't climb the stairs and hang onto the green bottle. I asked if he wanted help he said no. He sat on the bottom step and cried because he couldn't get to where daddy was without letting go of the green bottle (it really is a cool color of green).
After a few minutes of crying I went down and took the bottle out his hands. This did not make him happy.
Then he looked up and saw his blankie and milk. He took off up the stairs and never looked back.
Then God said to me, "Do you want help?"
"You need to give me your green bottle (which is a cool color)."
So I am letting go of the things I'm holding onto that prevent me from getting to where "daddy"is.
It sucks in the moment. But as soon as I look up and see my blankie and milk I know I will forget about my green bottle.
Do you need to let go of your green bottle?
I'm just askin'
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