I haven't blogged in a while. Between band, football, and soccer, I just haven't had the time or the energy. Something happened tonight though that made me decide to bring it back. I have had several people tell me how much they enjoyed reading, and I felt guilty because I wasn't posting. I had a few things I thought about talking about, but nothing really hit me as being THAT important lately. Tonight that changed.
As I started home from work today, I made my daily call to tell my wife I was on my way home. The conversation soon turned to my son, who has been having trouble at school. He had gotten into trouble again, and would have to miss his field trip this week. The trouble was nothing major, just an impetuous 6 year old that has trouble containing his energy. I came in the door, talked to my wife to get the full story, then took him into my bedroom for a talk.
We had already had pretty much the same talk the night before, about having to try really hard to follow directions, and to think about what he was doing before he did it. He was in tears, as he explained he tried really hard, but could not seem to stay out of trouble. As we laid there talking, I had to explain to him that the field trip he had been so looking forward to was not going to include him. The simple fact was that the teachers were afraid that he would lose his concentration and wander off, and the teachers were worried that with all of the kids, they would have trouble watching him and giving him the attention he needed. I totally understand this, and am thankful that the teachers were honest enough to share their concerns.
While I was talking, and he was crying, something hit me right between the eyes. I was being stern with him, but deep within myself I was struggling watching my son as he was struggling with the consequences of his actions. I was struggling, between wanting to hug him, and comfort him, while at the same time doing what I had to do as his father. I stopped for a minute, and prayed, telling God of my pain in having to have this talk with my son. That's when it hit me.
That is how it is with each of us and our Heavenly Father. How it must grieve God when we go against what He so clearly tells us to do. When we do this, He must correct us. While we are being corrected, God, our Father must also grieve. It is not out of anger, but out of duty that God must bring us to the correct actions. At the same time, He also wants to love us, and hold us tight. This led me to my next revelation. We have to accept the consequences of our actions, but only to a point. How hard it must have been for God to give HIS Son, as the ultimate payment for OUR transgressions.
Hopefully I will be back to blogging again. It is something I love to do, and something that many people seem to enjoy. I have a lot to talk about, and several months worth of life while I have been away to talk about.
Nostalgia, humor, and family, with a touch of tears.
