I’ve tried to be patient, but some days I feel like a grown-up two-year-old, alternately pitching a fit and whining at God about a hunk of stone to sit on top of my cabinets. Oh, of course, I don’t voice those things out loud. But I want it! And I want it now!

My husband and I have always tried to be good stewards of what God has given us. We’ve tithed. We’ve paid off our house. We’ve saved. But one bad career decision and a series of unfortunate circumstances, and now we just get by.

Those countertops have become a symbol for all the things I feel I cannot have in life, now or ever. But I don’t think God appreciates my tantrums about it. He reminds me about all the good things He’s done in my life. Salvation. A job. A home. A husband who loves me. Children who love me.

So maybe that hunk of stone isn’t so important. Maybe the Lord wants me to revel in the goodness I already have since it’s all from Him anyway. Maybe He’s after growth in patience or rearrangement of priorities or contentment in my heart or refinement of my character.

Whatever He’s after, I want to honor and glorify Him. I’m going to wait on Him and His answer, peacefully, contentedly, quieting my inner two-year-old.

So what do you want?