This Isn’t Make Sense in my Brain

“This isn’t making any sense in my brain!!!!” Bug (age 8) said terribly frustrated and ready to give up. We were sitting in church and she was playing an app. Don’t judge me for letting my kids play with devices in church – I was tired and had two kids in church and my husband was running the PowerPoint for the Song Service).   

She had downloaded the app that morning and had beat all the levels on the “easy” track except one and looked at me exasperated and said, “this isn’t making sense in my brain”. The app, “Cross Fingers” and it allows you to place that puzzle on the phone where you try to move pieces around to make a shape. It’s kind of like that old game that had the one empty slot and you had to move pieces around to solve the puzzle.  

I was juggling keeping her sister occupied, while still listening to the sermon (which was a amazing, BTW). The girls tend to want to play with whatever the other sister is playing with – if one has the iPad, then the other wants it and doesn’t understand why the world can’t be nicer to them, OH THE TRAGEDY OF HAVING TO PLAY WITH A KINDLE. I’m kidding of course, but it’s amazing to think how quickly they (and let’s be honest, me) can become disconnected with what we have.  

“Not that I am speaking of being in need, for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content.” – Philippians‬ ‭4:11‬ ‭ESV‬‬

But I digress – let’s go back to the “This isn’t making sense in my brain”. Bug, my 8 year old, just “gets” thing easily. It’s a foreign concept for her to have to really think about it. I worry about this for her because getting things quickly has not been my way of life, I’ve always had to work twice as hard as everyone else to “get things”, I share this because I’ve also seen that the benefit of this is learning to work really hard. As I watched my oldest start to give up and get mad because she could not understand a game, I looked at her and said, “don’t you ever give up. Working hard and being nice will get you a lot of places in life.” She looked at me and shrugged her shoulders in the way that an 8 year old can do and went back to her game. A few minutes later, she had it. She had beat the level, looked up at me and smiled, showed me the screen and was on her way. Success, at least to an 8 year old. Persistence has it’s benefits. And maybe I planted a seed.  

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