Lesson in Fatherhood #1

Aaron, like all babies, has this nasty habit of crying, screaming, and kicking (yep, that's his latest feat) when he wants something. With him, it's usually food. I take a few moments to prepare a bottle for him and he sees that I'm doing something, so he gets even angrier (I assume he thinks that since he can see me, but he's not being fed yet, I must be ignoring him). I say to him, not expecting him to understand, "be patient, daddy's working on it." Then, finally, he sees me coming with the bottle, sometimes gives out a little giggle of delight, and grabs it from me for his own dining pleasure to leave me with my thoughts. How often do I need something from my heavenly Father and complain that He doesn't seem to be doing anything about it when He's just trying to tell me, "be patient, I'm working on it"?