Heavenly Father's individualized pizza night

 

Some need a gluten free crust, most like regular.  Some like lots of cheese, but others need a dairy free option of nutritional yeast. I have pepperoni for some, Canadian bacon for others and a variety of vegetables for those with advanced healthy palates.  For the games, most can have sugar but others have to have a prize of sugar free gum.  Most drink pineapple soda but I make a sugar free option of peaches and cream for the two of us that are sugar free.  It is a LOT of work to pull off pizza night. 

I think of my children.  Could any three people be more different?  Three separate learning plans... one for special needs, one hard worker, and one too quick for her own good.  One has one friend, another has hundreds... literally.  The other has a handful of friends she likes to do things with.  Spiritually, same story. 

When my sweetie and I meet together to discuss the children, it is very hard to set tons of hard and fast rules.  One is ready for certain privileges and can handle the added responsibility and others may not be.  Nothing is across the board. 

Is it any wonder that our lives are so unique?  Can I wonder that Heavenly Father gives us such different paths, and works with us so individually.  Tonight, however, instead of just accepting that as a fact, I am filled with wonder at a God who can fill more orders than I can at pizza night.  Not hundreds of individualized orders, or thousands, but numerous children to cater to individually. 

And what is even more amazing, he meets each of us one by one on our own terms.  It is a real time commitment to give each of my daughters a special date each month of a few hours of undivided attention.  But this is the time they glow and bask in my attention; when they open up and share their lives.  Ladybug and I, we dine together in her school lunch room.  She and her friend, Sonja, escort me to my car.  It is a GOOD thing. And God, to him each of us is loved and dealt with as if we were the only one. 

It boggles my mind.  What a great bit of experience parenthood is and how very young and immature I am in the process.