The face of gratitude

We made Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookie Cake with Peanut Butter Fudge Frosting.

Yes, it is as healthy as it sounds (ha!)

No, it is not as delicious as it sounds.

I let the girls share the last of it.

Havah got one big piece.

Lilly got two smaller pieces, of equal or greater value.

Look at her face.

Does she look happy about my generosity? No.

She is in the process of stuffing her face and telling me that she "doesn't like two pieces of cake", and I can't help but reflect on myself as I look into her gluttonous, grumpy, whiny, ungrateful little face.

How often is that me?

God gives me not one but two pieces of cake, and all I can think about is how "my cake is not like my sisters cake. Why did she get the orange plate? Why isn't her piece cut in two?

Her's must be better."

Do I stop to consider that He gave us "the same but different"? 

Do I stop to consider that He does not have a reputation for giving people the short end of the stick, in fact, just the opposite, and so if I am expecting the short end of the stick, perhaps that means that I and not He, am the the giver of said 'short stick', and that is why I expect it. 

Think I'll chew on that for a while.