kids

“‘cchaeus, mommy I wuv dat song,” he lisps as he stands unmoving in the middle of the hallway of his school. “You sing it mommy pwease,” his eyes dance as he smiles and nods at me. In my head I had a check-list of all the things we needed to do before picking up his…

So lately I have been thinking about obedience.  The first thing my heart does when I think about myself and obedience is it twists inside.  I can practically feel the flight or fight response begin, I am on my guard.  “ME, Obey?  Whom am I to obey?  I am grown.  What do you mean OBEY?”…