Connor
invited me on a date last Saturday. He had never eaten at McDonald's and
thought that would be the most incredible place to bring me for lunch. He
studied the menu all week and wanted to be sure that it was as nice as he had
heard. When we were ready to head out, he got in his suit, so I promptly
changed into my nicest dress. :) He asked me if anyone else dressed
up for McDonald's, and I assured him that they did. I told him that we'd
just pretend we were Catholics, going out for a nice lunch on our way home from
Saturday mass. ;) When we arrived at the restaurant, my little guy started to
look so stressed out. He had been so anxious about every detail, wanting
everything to be perfect for me, that he looked sick. I sat next to him
in the booth, and he calmed down enough to completely enjoy his lunch. As
I was chatting and laughing with him, I thought about God' providence and how
his plans are so much higher than ours. This has been one of those weeks where life just doesn't seem fair. Plans have fallen through, and we've been reminded of our financial challenges. As I sat next to Connor, I couldn't help but think that, if we had more money, McDonald's wouldn't be so special. We would probably have just taken a routine spin
through the drive through and missed out on that sweet memory...
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