Last Saturday morning was a little rough for Carter, the red-haired wonder. He was having trouble obeying right away (he’s almost 3 years old), he had a bad attitude and all that goes with that, and he had managed to earn himself at least a couple of spankings. We’ve all been there.
So we get ready to go out for a while, and he starts to climb in the van like he usually does. The only problem was that I had to put the stroller in first and it needed to go exactly where he was. So I told him to stop and back up. He didn’t want to do it. I told him again. And then he just laid down on the floor of the van, half hanging out the door, and started crying. He was just bawling his eyes out, body shaking, face screwed up tight, big sobs.
I picked up him and asked him what was wrong (you know, other than the fact that he wasn’t obeying). He’s got big fat tears running down his face, he’s discouraged and he’s crying and it’s all just coming out and he says exactly what he’s thinking: “IT’S HARD TO OBEY!”
Then Mommy came out and asked what was wrong and he said it again. So instead of plunking him back in his seat right away, I carried him out to check the mail before we left. On the way, I told him even Mommy and Daddy have a hard time obeying God and the only way any of us can do it is with God’s help.
He probably won’t remember it, but he described exactly the problem we all have. And the only way for any of us to solve it is through the gospel of Jesus Christ.
In the meantime, he still has to obey right away. If only there were a parenting class going on . . .