Jesus replied, “If anyone loves me, he will obey my teaching. My Father will love him, and we will come to him and make our home with him. He who does not love me will not obey my teaching. These words you hear are not my own; they belong to the Father who sent me.
Leprechaunukkah (St. Patrick’s Day) was on the way home from school yesterday. They’ve been home 4.5 years, but they’re still learning about the world. They’re still far behind in emotional development as compared to their chronological age.
I can understand their difficulty in obeying. I’m going through something very difficult. Yet, clearly, over and over again, I am sure the LORD is telling me wait and to let Him work. I hate it. I’m pretty sure I could fix things. I’m pretty sure I know what I’m doing. Yet, my Father tells me to stop, to obey him, to wait. To trust. UGH. So, I obey. It’s not that I’m not tempted to grab the bull by the horns and shake it. I am. I want to stop feeling like this. But my Father knows better, and I know that I do NOT know as much as I'd like to believe. So I obey and I wait. And I shake off the dust from my feet.
My kids had to grab the bull by the horns too many times as young children. They had to take care of themselves. There was no one who knew better and looked out for their well-being. Obedience was only a tool to get something they wanted, or avoid something they didn’t want. It wasn’t about discipline – about learning how to BE in the world. It was about manipulating circumstances so they could survive. If I have a hard time obeying a benevolent and perfect Father sometimes, why wouldn’t I understand that they find it so much more difficult to obey me?
We all mess up. We all do and say things without thinking. We’re all too often too selfish and we all too often do not “bear one another’s burdens.” I want what is best for my kids. They’re learning to trust that and I have to be patient while they learn.