Charlotte recently started what we referred to as, the Potty Protest. She screamed when we asked her to go to the bathroom and she began having accidents more and more frequently. She made clear she wanted to be a baby and would ask to be changed on Cailin's changing table. She began biting her nails; our poor little girl was stressed. So we were stressed.
Two weeks ago, our pastor challenged the church to be very specific with prayers. His point was that you can't know if God answered your prayer when you ask for something ambiguous. So then how can you give God the credit He deserves? We are living in limbo with Matt's upcoming job and another potential move (yea, I know), but Matt and I both felt the potty issue was of higher importance. We essentially asked the God who created the world, to re-potty train our toddler. The second we finished praying, we were paged to go get Charlotte from the nursery. I thought "Wow God, that was quick!" We were paged because she'd told her teacher "I peed." We were too late. It seemed to me, God was saying "Nope, do it yourself." That afternoon though, we put Charlotte back in underwear and hoped for the best. She did great- no accidents! And it's been 2 weeks of great success. She's had a few accidents in this time, but her response is "Oh no!" instead of "Ha Ha!"
I'd have thought God had more important things to do than worry about toileting, but if you ask, you shall receive.