In this family on Saturday mornings its become a tradition of Pancakes and a full breakfast. You can find me in the kitchen cooking away, making sausage, bacon, fried "yokey" eggs, scrambled eggs with cheese, creamy buttery grits, crepes for daddy, and yummy buttermilk pancakes for the kids! (Are you hungry yet???) We all would sit down at the table, give thanks as we bless this yummy meal and begin to devour the goodness.
One morning, I didn't wake up as early as I would to begin breakfast. I was still struggling to get out the warm bed and make my way to start this new 24hrs. I heard little feet walk down the hallway and make its way to my room. I could hear and feel the pulling of my comforter as this little body was climbing on the bed. Finally, i was greeted by my son. "Mommy, you gonna make me pancakes?" he said in his tired I just woke up voice. "Yes" i replied. He climbed down and made his way out of the room. Yet I did not move. Not even a flinch. I thought about it, thought about what I was going to cook, and I thought about how long it would take. I started moving the comforter out the way, climbing out the bed, and sitting on the edge. I heard those little steps again. "Mommy, you gonna make my pancakes?" "Yes." I replied. "No, you not. You not going to make them." he replied disappointed. "You taking to long." I chuckled. "I am going to make you pancakes." Yet, he didn't seem to believe me because he didn't see much movement out of me. He left out the room and I continued to get ready. Shortly after that, i heard the steps again. "Mommy. You not gonna make me pancakes." he said. At this point my 3 year old (now 6) is standing in front me, arms hanging down, pouting and being completely disappointed as he believed I had no intention on granting the request he made known to me. I then picked up this little displeased child, who at this point looked hopeless, and told him I was in fact going to make pancakes and was going into the kitchen right now. I put him down, he now had a smile on his face and left the room.
When I arrived in the kitchen I began pulling bowls, utensils, pots, and ingredients. As I was making preparations to make his pancakes, i heard those steps again. "Mommy, you making my pancakes?" he asked again. "Yes, I am." i replied. "You taking to long." I sent his little self out the kitchen. When I completed making breakfast I called everyone to the table. They "ewwwed and ahhhed" (if thats how you even spell it) and gave thanks, blessed the food and began eating. I looked over at my son. His smile as he ate his pancakes filled my heart. I realized in this situation, that much like he was constantly asking me about his pancakes, so are we with our petitions to God.
When we pray, the scripture says in Philippians 4:6, "Don’t fret or worry. Instead of worrying, pray. Let petitions and praises shape your worries into prayers, letting God know your concerns." The Message. As this scripture states when we pray we present our request, our concerns to God. Yet, when we don't see Him moving we begin constantly asking, doubting, and getting upset that He wont come through. Repeatedly my son came in and asked out his pancakes. I was already moving, had full intent to grant his request but I didn't move at the pace he wanted. He could see no real progress and doubt began to set in. Now every weekend, he knows his mommy is making him pancakes, so why this time would he believe any different. We know that God will answer our request, we know that even if we don't see much movement, He is working things out. The scripture continues, Philippians 4:7, "Before you know it, a sense of God’s wholeness, everything coming together for good, will come and settle you down. It’s wonderful what happens when Christ displaces worry at the center of your life." The message. Its important that we receive the peace of God in our circumstances. That the very things we are concerned about we trust that He is working everything out. Even when we don't see any movement. When we relax, trust God, place Christ in the center, worry and doubt has to leave. When it does. We get our pancakes and we are fully satisfied.