Kyle and Brady sniffed the air in delight. Mum had just taken out the chocolate cake from the oven and the tantalising smell wafted to the boys. Nobody could bake a chocolate cake like mum could. The two boys ran off to the kitchen to see if they could get a piece each.
“Ah! My hungry men,” mum stated, laughing as they scurried into the kitchen. “I guess you got the smell of the cake. Okay, you can get a small piece each,” she relented cutting a small piece each and placing it onto cake plates in front of the boys.
“Aw, mum! Why do I have to also have to get such a small piece as Kyle just because he has a medical problem with chocolate?” Brady squealed.
“We know how badly chocolate affects Kyle but too much of chocolate cake might affect you badly in other ways. We don’t want to find out just how badly it can affect you, do we?” mum smiled affectionately.
Brady was not too happy at this and unconvinced that he would have bad reactions to more chocolate cake but said nothing about it. “What are we going to do with the rest of the chocolate cake?” he asked instead.
“We are expecting your cousins to visit this evening. That’s why I baked the cake,” mum responded.
“Aw, shucks! They get all the nice things,” Brady sulked. “I bet it will be too late to eat more cake with them tonight.”
“Yup!” mum smiled knowingly. “You two will be in bed by then. I’ll save a piece for you to enjoy tomorrow. Now off to play.”
Brady murmured something as they went outdoors again. “You shouldn’t be so unhappy,” Kyle soothed. “At least you will get another piece of that cake. I can’t have any more but I accept that knowing that if I do, I will only suffer. Be grateful that you will get more than just a taste.”
Brady said nothing. The boys continued playing.
Just before dinner, they were called in to wash themselves. Dinner was always a family affair. Everyone sat down at the table and dad chose who should give thanks for the meal. Today, he chose Kyle.
They dished up and was about to eat when Brady groaned, loudly. He suddenly looked very pale. He let out another groan, clutching his tummy.
“What’s the matter?” mum asked with great concern.
“I don’t feel so good,” Brady stated. “My tummy hurts. I think I’m going to throw up.” He made a dash for the bathroom, mum following.
After that was over, he was put straight into bed. “Oh, mum!” he cried. “I did an awful thing. I did not listen to you when you said that I should not have any more chocolate cake. Instead, I was upset and ate half of it to prove that nothing would happen to me. But now I feel awful and realise that you were right. Please forgive me, mum and I promise to listen to you next time.”
“I thought as much. I forgive you. We all think that sometimes we know better and dare to prove the other wrong. Sometimes it comes with a very high price. You’ll feel better in the morning especially since you realise that you must not think that someone who loves you will ever deny you the good things in life as long as it will not harm you,” mum said gently.
We often think that our Father does not want us to have the best but He knows better. Because He loves us so unconditionally, He does not want us to be hurt and so will contain the amount of our exposure to the things that can potentially cause us harm. Let’s leave it up to Him.