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I always knew when my mom was calling for the last time. 

“Ben, come home,” my mother would call. Sometimes she would call again, “Ben, come home. It’s time to eat.” I wanted to keep playing, but I knew there would be consequences if I didn’t pick up my things and head home.

As a little boy, I played in an open field with my friend. We dug holes in the dirt with our toy trucks, built hills, and pushed dirt around to make roads that went everywhere. It was fun to pretend we were building cities and other important things.

When I arrived at the door, my mother would meet me, brush me off, and tell me to put away my toys and wash up. Putting away my toys was easy, but washing up for a little boy was never fun. My mother expected me to come to the table clean. Looking back, I realize this was her way of showing love and care for me—though it seemed unnecessary at the time.

At the table, I never knew what I would have to eat, but I knew it would be good. Even if it wasn’t, my mother had a special way to make the bad seem good. Now that I’m older and my children are grown and my mother is with the Lord, I can remember how her call was like the Lord’s call—personal and at the right time. Knowing our needs, the Lord, like my mother, has something good prepared for us.

When my mother called it was clear what she wanted. The Lord’s call is clear as we read His word, listen to our Christian friends, and obey the quiet voice of the Holy Spirit living within us.

We don’t always like to leave what we are doing at the time—and yes the Lord requires us to be clean, and there are consequences when we disobey—but what enjoyment awaits at His table when we come home. 

When you hear the Lord calling, go quickly.

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