There is an awesome indoor playground, here in Singapore. It has tons of different sections of fun activities: slides, obstacle course, interactive video games, leggos, dress up station, supermarket, building blocks area, ball pit, etc.
This week, we took J there. I was SO excited to take him. It was everything he loved and more. So before we left the house, we told J all about it. He was so ready and excited for the adventure in store.
The playground is located in this behemoth of a mall (Suntec). I can’t even call it a mall, it’s more like 3 large malls lined up next to one another. Once you reach the mall via MRT, it’s still a 10 minute walk inside to get to the playground.
When we reached the mall entrance, we passed by a small, mini playground. It was cute, but compared to where we were going, it was a shack. The main playground could eat this little one for breakfast.
But when J saw it, he thought that the mini-ground WAS the destination. He was so excited and wanted to play IMMEDIATELY.
But Joe and I were told him it wasn’t it – we still had to walk further.
And then…J LOST it.
He was so upset. Heaven was right in front of him. He was so good up until that point – waiting so patiently. HOW CAN THIS NOT BE IT??
How dare we deprive him of his prize? Why can’t he go to this “awesome amazing super fun” place?
So, mid meltdown, he was toted away.
It was such a crazy sight to me. Joe and I were coaxing our son away from a dinky playground because we wanted to take him somewhere much more epic. We kept promising him that the next destination was SO.MUCH.BETTER.
All I could think about was how laughable this was, and how often God must feel this way about me.
How many times have I prayed for God to work in big, spectacular ways?
How many times did I get discouraged when I saw “mini dinky playgrounds” pass, thinking that God had also passed me by?
How many times did I expend all of my excitement and patience at lesser possibilities instead of waiting for the true prize?
As I’ve been recently seeing God respond to my prayers with epic, amazing answers, I’m beginning to understand what “epic” and “amazing” actually looks like. And it’s far better than anything I could personally conceive. The plans that I had made for my life, no matter how ideal I thought they were, pale in comparison to the story God has been writing for me and my family. The more I am learning to release my old plans and definitions of good, the more I am able to receive the good that God has been leading me toward.
Here’s waiting for the epic.