After the recent hurricane left pools of fun in our driveway, my favorite little four-year old couldn't resist. He rode his bike through the hole and in a dead stop got his training wheels stuck in the mud. Still pedaling as fast as he could go, mud was flying everywhere as his tires just spun with laughter.
I quickly came to his recovery and busted his mischievous bubble when I clearly instructed him to stay out of the mud! I know...I'm a party pooper. But, we did have somewhere to go and another bath was not in our hurried schedule. As I went inside to finish getting myself ready, the quiet moments should have been a dead giveaway. Sure enough, when the cat's away the mice will play...and back into the mud he went...spinning tires and slinging mud all over everything within a mad-man's reach.
In his scorning, I asked him all the "mom" questions. "Didn't you hear me tell you to stay out of the mud?" "So why did you disobey?"
His tearful, shameful reply, "Cause, Mama, I just really really wanted to disobey. I just really wanted to play in the mud."
Well, at least he's honest I guess...but as I reflected, I couldn't help but hear my own reply to my Father in my disobediences to Him.
But, God, "I just really really wanted to..."
And in my words to my own son, I hear His voice, "So what you want means more to you than obeying Me out of your love for Me?"
And I hang my head low...and He lifts my chin and offers His loving grace once again in His gentle correction.
The mud has already been washed away.
Your God has commanded your strength [your might in His service and impenetrable hardness to temptation]. O God display Your might and strengthen what you have wrought for us!