I think God used my three year old son, Samuel, to teach me a lesson tonight. We were out in the garden getting it ready to plant some peppers and squash tomorrow and I couldn't keep him from trampling the other vegetables. It seemed like every ten minutes (sometimes less) I had to stop what I was doing and go get him out of our just sprouting green beans or stop him from shaking tomato cages or go get him out of the onions. It was either that or I had to go and get him out of the freshly dug holes that were awaiting compost. Finally, after asking and telling and sternly telling I went over to him and spanked him. He cried as if I had beat him half to death but of course, I didn't. Then I picked him up, took him over to the stoop and tried to explain why he had just gotten spanked followed with a big hug, kiss, and an "I love you."
So, you might ask "where's the lesson in that?" Well, God tells us all the time not to do a lot of the things that we do, either through His word, sermons at church, other Christians or just about anything. But more often than not we ( I ) just keep on doing what we've just been told not to do or not doing what we've just been told to do. Often times it takes God's rebuke's to get our (my) attention and then... Well, then comes the crying and the complaining but it's usually made all better with a big hug, kiss, and that wonderful "I love you."
Yes, God used my little Samuel to teach me a lesson tonight, and that lesson is that I'm no different than him and I'll never be too "big" or "grown up" to receive a good ole fashioned tail whoppen from my heavenly Father, and I'll never outgrow the need to feel his hug and kiss and hear "I love you Brian."
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