I fell asleep. Book in hand, candy beside me, lights on.
When I awoke this morning, to a bright eyed little boy pulling at the covers, I realized Mike had come home during his shift and situated my "stuff". He had left the candy on my night stand.
"mmm...those look GOOD" I hear my first born say.
I knew exactly what she was talking about. And she was right. They were good.
I glanced at the clock. 7:36 am. Not bad.
"yep, they are really good" I said. smiling.
They both stood there staring. Saying nothing. They knew the answer, so why even ask.
Until I said..
"Would you like one? "
They then stared at me. Mouths wide. "YES!! PLEASE!! CAN WE?"
"sure" I say "why not? But just one."
Moments later she says "Why are you being so nice this morning mama?"
I laughed. Nice? I thought. What is she talking about.
"What do you mean sweet? nice?"
"Well, you are letting us have candy before breakfast. That's really nice."
And, as always, God speaks. Through my current "God-language" (my children) he reminds me that there are times when I want "candy for breakfast" and he says no. Not because he doesn't want to be "nice", but because, as my Father, he knows "candy for breakfast" isn't good. It's not healthy. It will not sustain me through the day. It could hinder me. And that although I may not understand, and may want something that looks good (and may taste good) at that moment, it's not what I need. He knows what I need. He is taking care of me. He has my best interest in mind. He loves me and wants what's best for me. Always.