I made meatloaf muffins with a friend last week. My husband thought they were pretty good, and my daughter thought they were okay. My son ate them, but didn't care for them too much. A couple days later I took the left overs and put them on a bun, with added barbecue sauce. My husband especially liked it then, my daughter still thought it was okay. This is what my son thought of it:
Sometimes, I know God is asking me to do something, and I don't want to. I might start to grumble a little, or I may even try to hide. Either way, I have to make a choice. God is patient and kind in the waiting and the nudging. Say That Again, God is patient and kind.