Obedience

Today was one of those days that my kiddos really tested me. It seemed as if they they woke up and ate a bowl full of disobedience. Over and over and over again, I had to repeat myself. Still they disobeyed. I had a good heart to heart and explained how much I love them. How I don’t say things to keep them from having fun or to hurt them. In fact, the things I tell them are because I love them and want the very best for them. In the times when I say no, it’s not because I don’t want you to have but usually because I have something better planned than what you’re asking for.

That’s when God whispered, this is how I feel when you’re disobedient. I tell you to do things and you wait. You take your time. You say “I’ll get to it later” But when I say “move” I don’t mean later, tomorrow, next week, when you feel like it, when it’s convenient, when YOU have all you think you need, or when you’re not afraid.

When I say move and you don’t, no matter the reason, you are being disobedient.

After I composed myself from my embarrassment, I repented and made a list of all the things I’m supposed to be doing.

I am so grateful to serve a God who forgives.

Now, excuse me while I get back to work.