I’m Just Gonna…
I love my three year old. Really, I do.
She is precious, hilarious, loveable, and expressive. She brings our world a lot of sunshine.
But occasionally she brings a Category 5 hurricane as well.
Not only is she is the baby of our family but she also has two big brothers. As soon as the doctor held her up and said “It’s a girl!” – we knew our lives would never be the same. It became evident very quickly that she would be spoiled. That is hard to avoid. Her big brothers literally adore her. And she loves to be adored. It’s a win-win.
But, we were determined she would not be spoiled rotten. There is a big difference between spoiled and spoiled rotten.
But, as the baby of my own family, I will admit things sometimes come to us fairly easily. We charm those around us to get our way. We pout and act mistreated, causing parents, and especially grandparents to give in. Plus, we are notorious manipulators. Abigail is already blooming into a nice little baby of our family.
What she doesn’t know is that Mama invented stubborn.
Lately, my darling girl’s had an awful case of the “I’m just gonna…”’s.
“Abigail, get your shoes on, we’ve got to go!”
“I’m just gonna wear these slippers.”
“Abigail, pick up your babies before we go to bed.”
“I’m just gonna let them sleep out here for night-night.”
“Abigail, do not get up from that table again until you have eaten your breakfast.”
“I’m just gonna eat three bites and then I be all done, ok?”
It started in a subtle way, but then the more I paid attention, the more I realized that this stinkin’ child was answering every single command with I’m just gonna…
It pissed me off.
How had I let this slip by?
Often, the thing she’s ‘just gonna’ do isn’t a big deal. I decide that ain’t the hill I’m gonna die on today. But, then it hit me that she was telling me how things were going to go, instead of the other way around.
Is it a big deal that she’s ‘just gonna’ put her shoes on in the van instead of right now when I asked her to? No. As a Mom of three small kids, I’m thrilled when we all get to the van with shoes that actually belong to us.
But that isn’t the point.
Is it a big deal that she’s ‘just gonna’ hang up her bathing suit after she cleans up her swim toys, even though I asked her to do it the reverse order? No. It’s all getting cleaned up, right?
But that isn’t the point.
The point is that she is in charge. She calls the shots. She’s. just. gonna.
How could she treat me this way when I am her mother? Pretty darn easy, apparently.
But man, oh man, do I do the same thing with my Father.
Commit to me one tenth of your income and then the rest is at your disposal.
“I’m just gonna make sure the bills are paid first and then give you my tithe.”
Do not have a love of money, but instead love your enemies and love your neighbor as much as you love yourself.
“I’m just gonna buy this one more thing for me – I deserve it! Those poor people aren’t even American citizens. I’ll go take my old stuff to Good Will next weekend.”
Submit. Be humble. Serve others.
“I’m just gonna take a ‘me day’ – retail therapy is good for me. I work hard – I deserve another massage.”
Blah. Blah. Blah.
I throw up a bit in my mouth at the thought of it.
The audacity it takes for someone (me!) to look at the God of the Universe in the face and assume they (I!) have a better plan is down-right disgusting.
When God tells you to do something. Do it.
Do it fully. Do it with a pure heart. Do it immediately. Do it His way, not your own.
By the way, I’m writing this to myself, just so you know.
Now…’I’m just gonna’ go back and read it again. And again. And again…