I am 2 years old and I can say "please"

     Little Lucy is two years old, which means she is beginning to explore the benefits of communication.  As difficult as the english language can be she has already mastered a long list of words.  "Stop it!" is one phrase that she has learned to fire at anyone who gets in her way.  She is also very good at "look at me, look at me" which she says with song in her voice.

    I like to put myself in her shoes every once in awhile as she looks up at all the big people in her very small world.  There she is trying to express herself in words for the first time.  Forming grand ideas and then realizing she doesn't even have a word for that.  When the words do come and she finally gets the attention her parents sometimes they say "NO".  She must think to herself after all that work to communicate "how could they possibly say NO me?"  Then she learns the magic word, the word that makes all your dreams come true  "Please".  It is hard to explain to a two year old that just because she can finally say "cookie, please" the answer is not always going to be "YES".  That's one reason why I think it must be hard to be two.  This also is why many conversations end in tears.  The tyranny of unmet expectations is a ruthless teacher.

     Then there is me!  Sometimes as I approach God in prayer I feel like a two year old experimenting with a new language.  I have come a long way in my maturity and confidence before the Father.  I have been convinced of His delight in me as a son and the amazing future he has planned for me.  In this position of Sonship, I approach the Father with my grand ideas.  I come before him with all my magic words.  I know I have his attention but there is one more lesson for me learn.  Just because I can I say "cookie, please" doesn't mean He is going to say "YES".