The Cowgirl and I were driving home from a quick trip to the grocery store. She had spent her own "commission" money and bought treats for herself and her sisters. As she was trying to figure out how she would divvy up said treats, she asked, "Mama, is this fair?" and then proceeded to explain what each girl would get.
I paused a moment, before explaining to her that "fair" would mean she kept all the treats for herself. After all, she had earned that money doing chores. That the word for her behavior was "generous." I then explained that the Bible says that God loves a cheerful giver, because God Himself is a giver.
Then it hit me...
"Fair" would mean God keeps all the good for Himself. He earned it, He created it, He gets to keep it! It would mean Hell for me. It would mean an immediate cessation of life, an immediate descent into an eternity separated from God. If God were truly being "fair," life would be a bleak (and short!) trek.
"Generous" is anything other than that. Even if it isn't what I want. Even if it isn't as much as someone else has. Even if it's "bad" by my perception. God alone deserves all the praise, all the good, all the LIFE. He alone deserves glory, and peace, and love. Yet He generously, graciously, cheerfully gives to us, shares with us. He allows us to live. He allows us to love. And most amazingly, He gives us the opportunity to have a relationship with Him, here and in eternity!
This realization seriously changed how I look at many things. I'm not always mindful of this fact. I still grumble and complain. But I am remembering, more and more. I am becoming more thankful, even as I work through serious disappointments, hurts, and heartaches.
Every time I hear someone complain about unfairness, I hear the elderly ladies of my childhood say. "Life's not fair." And I think -- PRAISE GOD FOR THAT!