I like to call Michaela a "DVR baby".
We got the DVR from our cable provider just before she was born. We got it because I wanted to be able to record some of my favorite shows and watch them in the wee hours of the morning when I couldn't sleep or when Michaela wouldn't sleep.
Then, of course, we realized that the DVR also allowed us to put a show on hold, run to the bathroom or the refrigerator or change a diaper, then come back and never miss a minute of the show.
Even in the womb, Michaela's second-favorite sound (after her daddy's voice) was the television. I would lie on the bed or the couch and she would float her way to whatever position would put her closest to the television.
Never miss a local story.
She did the same thing as a newborn. And now she's a full-fledged television connoisseur. One of her first words was "remope" (for remote).
And to our dismay, we came to realize how hooked she is on the DVR. It has made her the most anti-commercial child I've ever known.
Anytime a commercial comes on, regardless of whether we're watching a "live" show or a recording, she yells "remote, mommy!" and cries and whines if we tell her to wait until the show comes back on.
The child simply can't sit still through a commercial break.
That impatience carries over to other aspects of her life.
And I can't blame her. She is part of the "right now, right away" generation. Everything from microwaves to instant messaging to Skype has led her to believe that she shouldn't have to wait for anything. And me being a stay-at-home mom for the past 2 years hasn't helped—she expects me to come running when she calls, to fix her little problems in the blink of an eye.
"Wait a minute, little girl," I always say. "You won't die from waiting."
And she gives me her usual response: "No! Now, mommy."
What's a mom to do? Especially when I have a little patience problem of my own.
In one of my earlier blogs, I talked about how I throw adult temper tantrums sometimes. I want people –and God—to move when I say move. I want instantaneous results. And when I don't get them, I get angry/frustrated/depressed.
It's no wonder that the Bible talks so much about patience and waiting.
Psalms 37:7 -- Rest in the LORD, and wait patiently for him …
Psalms 40:1 -- I waited patiently for the LORD; and he inclined unto me, and heard my cry.
Psalms 25:5 -- Lead me in thy truth, and teach me: for thou art the God of my salvation; on thee do I wait all the day.
Psalms 27:14 -- Wait on the LORD: be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.
Of course, we all know the story of Job. The man lost everything he had – his children, his wife, his property – and, on top of that, he lost his health and was covered from head to toe with boils.
Still he waited – and trusted -- on God.
See, that's the thing about God. He is all-powerful, so he could give us immediate answers and instant deliverance. But sometimes, he wants to know we can wait -- without losing faith … or having a tantrum.
Contrary to how Twitter, Facebook and other technology has conditioned us, there is no fast-forwarding, rewinding, instant messaging or microwave solution to our problems.
There is no DVR for life. We have to stay tuned through the commercials.
It reminds me of an old gospel song, the kind my grandmother sings. It goes like this:
You can't hurry God
No, you just have to wait.
You have to trust him and give him time,
No matter how long it takes
He's a God that you can't hurry
He'll be there, don't you worry
He may not come when you want him, but he's right on time!