But I Want a Popsicle

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This Saturday I said good bye to one of my husbands boyhood friends. His five year battle with cancer has come to an end. I believe he is now among family and friends and busy healthy working and being the same dynamic fabulous person he was down here.

A few years ago he came to our home for dinner. I asked him if he minded that I ask him questions about his illness. He readily agreed and so I asked him, “What is it like? How is it living with this illness?” I guess in one sense I was asking him, “How do you do it? How do you get up every morning with a smile on your face ready to work when you know your days are limited?”

I have often reflected on the answer he gave me. It comes to me often when I consider my own life.

He said, “It’s like when your kid asks you for a popsicle for supper. Now you as the parent know that a popsicle is not an adequate dinner choice. It won’t sustain them, it’s not nourishing and it’s a limited choice. But it’s what your child wants. So, of course they throw a tantrum and beg and plead for a popsicle. You loving look at your child and you try and console them and hope they will eventually understand why you wont be giving them a popsicle for supper tonight.” Then he looked at me and we both had tears in our eyes and he said, “I’m just a kid asking my parents for a popsicle for supper tonight.”

I remember thinking your not asking for a popsicle, your asking for steak dinner. But how weak is my faith to believe that He, who knows how to give every good gift, can see clearer than I.

” Or what man is there of you, who, if his son ask bread, will give him a stone? Or if he ask a fish, will he give him a serpent? If ye then, being evil, know how to give good gifts unto your children, how much more shall your Father who is in heaven give good things to them that ask him?

Often I ask myself, “Am I asking for a popsicle? Is this a popsicle? Help me see if this is really what is best or do I just want it so bad that I am pretending it’s not a popsicle?”

I guess sometimes I have to believe that His ways or higher than mine. His thoughts are definitely more enlightened than mine and that I too need to recognize what is a popsicle and when I need to eat what is on my plate.

 

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But I Want a Popsicle

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