2 plus alot = 8, and other things you can learn from your kids

Have you ever noticed that your children can spend hours sitting on the floor playing with their toys; army men and their fort spread across the room or Lego's and their intricate designs laid out everywhere. Yet when you declare it is time for the above mentioned toys to be put away though, they suddenly develop a soreness in their legs and backsides. The floor is so hard to sit on while gathering the toys into a pile, and bending over to pick up toys just hurts my legs and back so much mommy.
 Interesting... an hour of playing with the toys didn't hurt at all, but five minutes of cleaning them up might send you into the sudden need for traction.

 Recently when Zion did something he wasn't supposed to we sat down to talk about it. I asked him why he did it. (I can't remember now what it was he did... hit his brother I think) He looked at me in all seriousness and said, "My brain told me to".
 It was all I could do not to laugh.
 But in all seriousness, aren't our children perhaps perfect examples of who we are, and what we are still learning today?

 God blesses us with amazing "toys". Things that we haven't earned, because we don't earn anything. Things that are simply blessings. Our family. Health. Friends who love and support us. A job that pays the bills.
 We take those toys which we have been given and spread them out over the floor. We set up our intricate Lego designs of how we want things to look. The red blocks go over here and the really cool spaceship I built can sit next to it. Over in this corner my (brand new car) will fit nicely with the (third child we want to add to the family). Sometimes God comes in and says, "I'm sorry my child, this room needs rearranged. It is not my timing or design for your room to look like this, so clean up". And He tells us which things to put away. It may be the job we wanted, or health we thought was important but is actually just something of this world and really won't matter in heaven.
 Suddenly our legs cramp up and our hiney's hurt. We may have been sitting here, enjoying ourselves just fine for hours, but now that it is time to clean up... now it hurts.

 So, we pitch a fit. Sometimes a royal temper tantrum. God is all the way on His throne, right? That is an awfully long way away, so the louder we scream the better.
 Wrong.
 He cares for the flowers in the field that are here today and gone tomorrow.
 And He hears the whisper of your heart's pain just as clearly as the scream of your anguish.
 He is not far away.
 Why do we do it? Perhaps because "Our brain told us to"?

 Let's not listen to our brains. They may know 2+2=4 and perhaps even the square root of pi, but they don't know the heart of the Savior.

 Listen to your Savior's heart.

 I do so love having children. They may wear me out some days, but they always teach me something.