What God must feel...

I had one of those moments on Sunday that I can't stop thinking about. My six year old son was really struggling to hold it together during church. He was getting very restless, then he was getting mad, then he was just down right mean. I finally had to escort him out of the chapel when he swiped me with his pencil. Hubby was dealing with this too but I finally hit my limit so out we went into a lone dreary classroom. It was like a showdown. He sat in one chair and I sat in another. I didn't look at him, I just sat there and I was quiet. He refused to speak but he started to get restless. He began swinging his legs-higher and higher until his feet could reach the table. He was trying so hard to get me to break-he started kicking the table. I calmly moved the table then continued to sit quietly. When I thought he had had enough of my silent treatment, I did something I don't normally do. Normally, I would have been very annoyed and upset with him. I would have lectured him and told him his behavior was unacceptable. This time I felt like I needed to do something different. I turned towards him and pulled our chairs together. We sat face to face and I looked right into his eyes. I told him that no matter what he said to me or what he did to me, I would always love him. I then told him he could choose to be happy or choose to be mad-it was his choice and he had to decide. He then did the unexpected. He sprang from his seat, wrapped his little arms around my neck, started to cry and told me he loved me. It was at that very moment, that I knew exactly how God felt about me. He is always giving me a choice and then waiting for me to spring out of my seat and hug him. I started to cry too and felt so much love for this little boy for teaching me a lesson I so needed to learn. I asked this little man why he was acting up and why he was so mad. He said it was because he was bored and had nothing to do. We sat there and made a plan together. He was so happy and I had realized what God must feel...