O, How He loves us

Today was a typically Monday morning in the Rowe house which means there was lots of sleepy screaming refusing to eat anything but a popsicle children in the house. This week our church is running VBS (vacation bible school) so this means Daddy was up and out earlier then normal which left mommy (who is apparently a lot less fun) to dress, breakfast and get out he door.Everything was going well, yogurt (and popsicles) were being consumed, baby was enjoying his play mat, mommy was grabbing a shake and cleaning up some messes and we were getting out the door. The car ride consist of a whole lot of "dom" (aka Build your Kingdom here) and "woo woo woo" (You will never run) and so far no one was kissing their mind and then....Backstory; Mavericks day care is awesome and I actually hate calling it daycare because they are so much more then just looking after my child - he has learned so much! His school (as we like to call) has two doors to get in - one is secured and you need a key card but both have accessibility buttons. Every morning Maverick, like all the kids, like to push the button to open the doors - this day was like no other. For some reason Maverick lost his C.R.A.P and wanted to push the button by refused to push the button all at the same time. He a screamed, cried, and full on tantrum in front of everyone. I sat in the lobby with him, gave him a few opportunities to push the button, tried to reason with him but quickly realized that he was just gonna keep losing it. Many many moms and dads walked by, some said nothing and looked the other way (because obviously their perfect kids never do this...) many offered help with the baby in the stroller but mostly I got that "awww your kids is losing it and mine didn't today thank goodness" look for everyone.It got to the point when I knew I was just gonna have to drag him to his class and call it a day but of course, a two year olds legs don't work when they are losing it so up he went sideways under my arm like a sack of potatoes while I pushed the baby with the other hand. As I walked by everyone with screaming children (baby was now not having it) I just smiled and wished them a Happy Monday like nothing was happening and my child was not channeling the exorcist.We got to his cubby and he finally started to calm down, put his indoor shoes and and ran into music class (which he missed a lot of but the AWESOME teacher did a little one on one session with him). The tantrum was over, the world was not ending and that little monster didn't even turn around and say "bye" or "I love you" to his mommy who just dealt with all of that trying to get him to where I know he wanted to be. He loves his school and his teachers and has much more fun there then hanging with mom and dad at the office - I knew what was best for him but boy o boy was it hard to do!As I finally got to the office and told my husband the story of my morning I thought how frustrating it most be for God - who knows exactly what we need and what's best for us but we are little two year old monster who want none of it cause we just want to "press the button"I can think of so many people in the bible that wanted to press the button put God had other (better) plans but the story I know best is my own. I did not (and if I'm being honest some days still do not) want to be a pastor. I definitely felt the call but I wanted to push my own button and do my own thing. I first started to peruse it because that's what the guy I was in love with wanted to do and let's being honest, I would do anything for him. But on those hard days, the days that I don't like where my life is and I have a mental tantrum with God I've realized so many times the he has picked me up like a sack of potatoes and carries me to where he wanted me to be and, just like Maverick, I am reminded that I love the life he has given me, I love working with my husband everyday for God and even though sometimes He has to pick me up screaming and yelling I know He wants what's best for me.So the next time Im dragging my kid somewhere making a spectacle of myself or I am kicking and screaming because i don't want to do something that I know God wants me to do - I will remember that crazy heart wrenching love I have for Maverick and how I don't really mind the tantrums because I know, in that moment I am doing what's best for my son. Cliche I know, but Gods doing the exact same thing with me. Imagine the love he has for us - so much love that He will do anything, embarrass himself, sacrifice himself for me and for you.So here's to all you moms and dads and those who have influence over little ones - keep on loving them the exact same way God love bed you. No conditions, no shame and with the very best intentions!