My kids and I would agree that our least favorite thing about the school year is homework. It seems that we cannot get through a weekday afternoon without a homework meltdown. What frustrates me most is when one of the kids asks for help and then argues with me about the advice I give. It might go something like this…
(Kid) “Mom, why do I keep getting this subtraction problem wrong?”
(Me) “You need to write it out, don’t try to do it in your head.”
(Kid) “I don’t want to write it out!!! It will take too long. My hand is tired. I HATE HOMEWORK!!!!”
(Me) “Well, you asked me why you keep getting the problem wrong. TAKE THE TIME TO WRITE IT OUT AND GET IT RIGHT, OR DO IT IN YOUR HEAD AND GET IT WRONG! IF YOU FAIL MATH AND CAN’T GO TO COLLEGE AND END UP LIVING IN A CAR, DON’T BLAME ME!!!”
Sound familiar? I was thinking about how much it bothers me when my kids do this to me, and then I realized that I do the same thing to my Father in heaven. Oh, the times that I have found myself with a problem I couldn’t solve, asked God to help me with it and then argued with Him about what he told me to do. “But, God…that’s too hard, it will take too long, can’t you just fix it for me?” I can only imagine what God is thinking when I tell Him, the creator of heaven and earth and the author of my life, that His answer is just not going to work for me.
It’s a good thing that God is far more patient and gracious with me than I am with my kids. I’m also thankful that, unlike my kids with their homework, God provides me with the answers to my problems. I just have to learn to trust in the LORD with all my heart and lean not on my own understanding. (Proverbs 3:5