I hadn't committed a crime against him, I had simply said no to the thing he thought he wanted most of all.
I went about my business as he vented his feelings, then when I grew tired of his shouting I sat down beside him.
I invited him to crawl into my lap and he did.
He kept talking, he kept complaining.
I kept holding him and tried to gently correct his angry biased thinking.
Then I closed my mouth and tried to simply let my presence do the talking: my arms wrapped around him.
The impulse I had was what the Lord wants to do for us.
When we are angry, complaining children that didn't get our way.
When we're telling him that it "wasn't supposed to be this way".
When we try to bargain with Him.
When we want to throw Him out of the picture, and no longer bother having Him in our lives.
But at the same time, we're crawling into His lap in prayer.
And all He wants to do is
quiet us with His love.