It used to be that I could go sit in my lake chair, Bible, notebook and pen in hand and hear from God. I would get all my little kidlets in their swimming suits, pack up towels and water and head to the park. I would tell the boys, "Up to your chest." That indicated how far they could go into the lake. There was a roped off area for swimmers. They would play happily, and non-violently. I had very few worries.
Now that the boys are older, they want to take "sinking rocks" with them. For those not familiar with the geography and geology of my area I will explain the absurdity of this. We have about half an inch of topsoil and then, solid limestone. Rocks are everywhere. Big rocks, little rocks, every.where. I feel sure they could find a sinking rock AT the lake.
But let's talk about what a sinking rock is for. It is to tie a rope onto. You toss it out into the lake, hanging onto the rope and let it pull you down. Crazy children, I tell you.
The presence of "sinking rocks" is not conducive to my being able to be still and quiet before the Lord. Neither is the fact that they are all great and competitive swimmers and want to try to swim across the lake.
After two hours, calling (screaming because the wind was carrying my voice away) them back to shore, fighting with the dog to stay out of the car, fighting the wind, and telling them to leave the rocks alone, we came home.
I didn't get anything new. I guess I don't need anything new. He already told me that I had left Isaiah 54:13. All that is required is that I be obedient. That is what I require from my children. I do not reason with them, or give them choices for obedience. Obey now, obey cheerfully (or at least silently ;-p.) What did I think I was going to get?
another plan?? fool.
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