Through the mouths of babes

I have a "Devil Child" that I work with. She isn't really of the devil, but she is difficult. She is in special education classes at school and refuses to follow any directions or listen to anyone.

Yesterday, I was struggling, Y'all. I mean, fuh realz. I felt that my hard work was not paying off. I was considering signing up for some get-thin-quick program. When I am struggling like that, sometimes it just helps to talk outloud to God in the car.

The summary of our conversation went a little like this:
Dana: God, I feel like a fatty. Why did you make us retain water when you-know-what is coming around the corner?

God: Why are you worrying? You were made for more than this. You are beautiful.

D: Yeah, yeah. Whatever! I know that I was made for more than just a size and that man looks at the outward appearance, but You look on the inside. God, I'd be pretty hot if I looked like I do on the inside.

G: You are beautifully and wonderfully made. I love you no matter what the number on the scale is.

D: Yeah, but God, we all know that we base a lot of our thoughts on what people say about us. If someone tells us that we look nice, then we know that we look nice. I just feel that I'm working so hard at losing weight and as soon as I felt as if I was accomplishing something, it all comes back. Why even try?

G: Dana, you are working hard to make the best of what I gave you. I'm proud of you for going to the gym and drinking water all day, every day. In fact, you are drinking so much water-there is now shortage in your town (Okay, He didn't really say that, but I am drinking A LOT of water.)

D: God, I know that this is selfish but could you please please PLEASE show me some sort of sign to show that what I'm doing is really accomplishing something. Oh, and by the way could you change the molecular structure of Thin Mints. It's that time of year, and I would really like to devour a whole carton of cookies.

G: I love you and you are beautifully and wonderfully made.

Later on that day:
Child: (Digging through my car, found my headphones.) Ms. Dana, what are these?

D: Those are my headphones so I can listen to music through my phone when I go to the gym.

Child: Why do you go to the gym?

D: So I can get skinny.

Child: But Ms. Dana, you ARE skinny.

D: God bless you.

Child: But you really are Ms. Dana. You are skinny.

I knew at that moment that God showed me His love and showed that my hard work is not in vain through that sweet child. God cares about my vain requests. No matter how crazy they are.