I'm sure the statement was accompanied by her classic pouty lip, something like this:
Her mom and I, sitting at the table watching, started cracking up at her antics. I thought, too bad kiddo, wanting ain't gonna make it so. You've got two choices - either accept the fact that it's night and make the most of it, or be miserable that it isn't morning...
And then I thought back on the last year of my life. A year ago I attended a conference where Elder Jeffrey R. Holland spoke about the nights of life, the trials, the pain, the waiting and wanting, that it all had purpose, to help us become more like the Savior - and not to forget the heavenly promise of dawn, that morning (eventually) would always come. I went to that conference praying and pleading - that this time things would be different, that a trial in my life would be over, that the stars of night would finally fade to sunrise. The answer? No. A resounding no.
So as I was laughing at the little miss silly's resisting of reality - I realized that I have the same two choices in my life. I can either accept the fact that it is still night, and learn to enjoy it, or choose to be miserable and depressed. Reality remains the same, just my happiness level changes. And honestly, I've wasted far too much of the last year hurting, wanting what isn't so.
To a cute tot: thanks for illustrating to me again that circumstances don't dictate happiness, and wanting won't change circumstances - especially when they revolve around the Lord's timing. :)
