When I was a young child of age 6 or 7, 50+ years ago, I was having a bad day. It was a Saturday, and my best friend and playmate that lived down the street had moved away, and took the only dog on the street with him too. His old house was empty. Along with that bothering me, it was the first Saturday that Howdy Dowdy, my favorite TV show in the whole wide world was not going to be on. I had the blues, and I was miserable. Life was not fair. I wandered into my Grandmothers kitchen, whom I called Mama and I kicked the kitchen chair out of my way just to show my discontent, grumpiness, and unhappiness.
Whats wrong with my little man? Mama asked me as I walked in. Mama, life just aint fair! Johnny moved away and took his dog and I aint got anyone to play with, and I dont deserve that. I been a good boy. On top of that, Howdy Dowdy aint going to be on TV no more, and they replacing it with something stupid called Bugs Bunny! Life just aint fair, life is always handing me things I dont like, yukey things ! I grumbled. "I am tired of being handed yukey stuff".
Well, here son, mama replied, as she handed me a cup of Crisco Shortening. Take this and eat it and it will make you feel better.
But mama, this is yukey, its grease, and this is awful, why you handing me this? I am not eating this
She answered And here, when you get finished eating that shortening, eat these four cups of flour, then you will certainly be happy then. I looked at her with wonder and dismay, and said Mama, you got to be gone crazy, I am not eating that grease and flour. She looked at me and replied and when you finish eating that, I want you to drink this vanilla flavoring, and eat these two cups of sugar too. I was bewildered. Mama, what is wrong with you? Have you gone nuts? That is terrible, it is yukey, I aint eating this mess, you've gone crazy I didnt understand. And then Mama answered.
Darling, I was just joking you, to make a point. Actually, mama has a plan, called a recipe. I am going to mix that flour and sugar and Crisco together,
and make my little man a cake. You will love it too. And son, that is the way life is sometimes. That is the way God works sometimes. Life, or God hands you things that seem awful and strange and yukey. He hands you things that you do not like, want, or understand. But just like mama, God has a plan. He dont always reveal it to us, or explain it either. He just hands us something strange or something we think we dont want or like. But when He stirs it all together, we see how it works out for our betterment, just like mamas cake. I bet in time to come, you will come to like Bugs Bunny better than Howdy Dowdy, and someone will move into Johnnys house too, for you to play with.
Mama was right, but then she always was. She knew and trusted God.
ROFL !
i know this rough spot is temporary and things will get better in time.
