One of the frustratingly ironic means through which God nurtures me is not giving me the things that I want until I don’t actually want them anymore. And God is so wise, because He knows that what I want is not what is good for me, because what is truly good for me is Him. By doing my best impression of the temperamental child in the supermarket, I reveal my sinful heart, because it shows that I value the lesser over the ultimate. But my Father patiently waits, enduring my cries and yells, until I learn to value the love He shows by buying the candy and not the candy itself. Until I learn to see that the things I want are meant to be a means through which I see His provision, His provision will be to withhold them. And for that, I am thankful.