I felt sure my oldest son almost always turned a deaf ear to me.
One day, my son slithered through the door at four in the afternoon. He was supposed to be home at two. Extremely angry, I blurted, “Why are you so late?” Laying my hands flat on the table, I glared as I waited for his answer.
He raised his head and laughed. “I figured I was in trouble when my friends and I were riding bikes in the wooded area around the springs. I looked at my watch and it was two o’ clock. I figured it didn’t matter whether I was a half hour late or a couple hours late. I was in trouble.”
I launched into the whys of why he should listen and not come home late. Studying his facial expression, I questioned. “Have you heard anything I’ve said?”
“Yes, Mom, I heard you. I just didn’t want to.”
Then it hit me. I had ignored God when I shouldn’t have. I had missed what God wanted to say because I didn’t want to hear it. His voice was clear, but I didn’t listen.
I wanted to swallow the words I had spoken to my son. If I, the adult, cannot listen to God’s simple instructions, how could I expect my son to listen to mine? Now I thank God for berating me when I don’t listen. As He speaks to my heart, I listen so I will not be late coming home.
Thank God for instructing you, and then ask for His strength to obey what He has said.
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