My sister-in-law is never ready when my brother pulls the car up to a drive-through. She has to look at the menu for a while and think. So the interaction at the drive-through speaker typically goes like this.
Employee: Good afternoon, may I take your order?
My brother: We’ll need just a moment.
Employee: Ok, order when you’re ready.
(after a minute Caitlin figures out what she wants)
My brother: Ok, I’m ready.
(everybody finally proceeds)
My nephew is nearly four, and he has heard this series of phrases many, many times. He has learned that the process of getting. his. food. doesn’t really start until someone says “I’m ready.” This has started to cause a problem for my brother. He has to keep Quentin in the far back on the passenger side of the car and make sure all the windows are rolled up, because upon pulling up to the speaker, Quentin now just starts yelling “I”m ready! I’m ready!” My brother just smiles and rolls his eyes a little bit. And I have to think that sometimes, when I forget that God’s time is just a little bit different than ours, when I think “I’m tired, I want things to move a little faster, I’M READY!!!!” that God smiles and rolls his eyes at me a little bit, and continues to love me even when I just don’t quite get the process.
