Milk and cereal
By: Leslie B. Williamson
Since school was suspended, my husband and I have had spontaneous sleepovers with our grandbabies. We would wake up in the morning and have a den full of assorted chocolates all over the place. For some reason, they refused to sleep in the spare bedroom, but would congregate on the couches and chairs in the family room. It would tickle me to see them sprawled out all over the place snoring and drooling and covering their heads with their blankets. I have an armoire in that same room where I store extra blankets and pillows. I guess that was an open invitation for an impromptu pajama party.
My husband is big on his first meal of the day and that’s breakfast! He will get up in the morning and fix a big pot of grits and all the fixings and call everyone to the table. I especially like that because I get a break and I don’t have to clean up afterwards because he is one of those “wash dishes as you go” people.
As they are all getting older, I noticed that our babies (2 of which just graduated from high school) wanted to sleep in rather than come to the table to eat. Some mornings I would pull out all the stops and fix an elaborate breakfast with everything you could imagine. I would call them to the table and out from under the entangled layers of covers, I hear a unanimous, “No thank you”! I give a double take in their direction in total surprise of their groggy response. In my mind, I’m thinking, “The nerve of these humans! How could they have me fix all this food and they don’t want to eat it”? So I call a neighbor and ask if they have eaten already.
Now, let us look at it from another angle. Number one, they never asked for me to make all that food. Number two, I fixed the food because I thought that’s what they would want. No one got up and asked me, to fix breakfast. Even though I did it from the kindness of my heart and my love for them, they never requested it. Number three, if they were hungry and wanted me to fix them a hot breakfast, they would have asked me like they do for anything else they need. So I had to come to a place where I realized that we cannot impose our desires on other people no matter how you think they may need it.
Think about it, if the Father were like that, we would have no need for a Savior. He gave us a free will to use as we see fit. He suggests to us what is the best for us, but He doesn’t make us do anything. I’ve learned that sometimes we want to fill the needs of others that we love and care for but it’s not the best thing to do. How will we believe for a healer if we never needed a healing? How will we ever know the Messiah to be a Savior if we never were in a position to look up from our valley to cry out for help? We make that mistake in life so many times when we want to fill the needs that only the Father can fill. I may have been concerned about our grands being hungry when they woke up and wanting something hot to eat to start off their day, but in reality, all they wanted was a bowl of cereal.
Did they know their loving grandparents would give them a breakfast fit for a king? Yes they did, but they didn’t have the desire and neither me nor their Papa could force them to partake because they didn’t have a taste for it. We have to allow our loved ones and the people we are concerned about to acquire a taste for more for the Messiah. The scriptures says, “(YOU) Oh taste and see that the Lord is good, blessed is the man that trusteth in Him”. And the only way that a person will want more of our King is if they have a desire for Him. Sometimes the thing that prompts that person to want more can come in the form of calamity, sickness, hardship or maybe even trials, but that prompt will cause them to desire the banquet that He has set before them. Keep praying, keep believing but when they want a bowl of cereal…serve it up!