Speaking Screech

That little one of mine, he screeches now when I change his clothes. It's a frustrating thing for him, I suppose, to have somebody else decide when it's time to change clothes, and what you'll be wearing with what... he screeches when we drive for too long and he screeches when I feed him vegetables and fruits and he screeches when I don't understand what he wants (it wasn't a nap... it wasn't a diaper change... it wasn't food... it wasn't a toy... what could it be?!?!?!).

I wish I knew how to speak screech.

I was thinking about Heavenly Father today, and how he sends us here to Earth. I was thinking about all the fair share of screeching I've done in my life when something was happening that I didn't quite understand, something I didn't want, something that didn't fit my agenda.

You know, kiddo, I'm changing your clothes because I love you (and being in the same outfit more than half a day... dude you'd smell so rank!). I feed you more than just Gerber puffs because I care about your growth and nutrition. And we drive places so that you can have neat experiences, like camping in the high Rockies and watching the jellyfish at the aquarium.

You might not get it when I do something for you. I might not get it when God does something for me. But I do know that I love you, and I do know that He loves me, and I do know that all this that we're striving to do for each other... It'll be for our growth and good.

Someday I'll speak screech, we'll understand each other, you and I, kid.
And I pray someday to speak God's tongue, too.

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