That’s what I was always told. And I believed it for a long time. That’s why conversation at the dinner table looks a little like this…
Keegan: “I had the most FUN at Enrichment Class today!”
Mom: “Really, honey. Don’t talk with food in your mouth. So, what did you do?”
Keegan (swallowing): “We builded this cool tower out of these fat, flat sticks.”
Mom: “The word is ‘built’, buddy. Not builded. That’s cool. Do you mean you used tongue depressors?”
Keegan: “No, mom. They were flat, fat sticks.”
Mom (chuckling): “They are tongue depressors, son.”
Everyone returns to their meal. Keegan is corrected in the proper etiquette of table manners, and the correct term for those ‘flat, fat sticks’. But we heard nothing about how the tower was built, why he enjoyed making it so much and what else he thought he could make with those ‘fat, flat sticks’.
Not every moment is a teachable moment. Sometimes you just need to let things slide. Would you enjoy talking to someone that constantly corrected you? Probably not.
Kids give you numerous opportunities to teach them.
God has a way of stopping me in my tracks.
Thankfully I’m a little better at listening.
It’s been a rough few months in ministry. And it’s beginning to wear on me. Much of the stress is surfacing and my ability to fend it off is diminished.
It’s a road I’ve traveled before and thankfully I recognize the signs. But it doesn’t change the fact that it’s wearing on me.
Today God stopped me in my tracks. I had my plans. My schedule… and it was full. Full of all the ministry ‘things’ that must be accomplished so that I shine as a ministry leader. That’s my problem.
Leaving my first appointment of the day, I walk to my car only to find a flat tire.
“I can do this”, trying to convince myself.
I don’t freak out. I know how to change a tire. My dad showed me when I was 16. (I’m almost 36… it’s been a while)
But I don’t think the point of the excercise is to freshen up my tire changing skillz. I think the point is God is asking me to stop and define a few things. Stuff like…
- ministry work vs. ‘busy’ work
- tasks He’s handed me vs. tasks I’ve contrived for myself
- the Holy Spirit prompting me vs. my own concieted, people-pleasing, self-gratifying heart leading me
He has a way of stopping me in my tracks… literally. Because He knows I won’t hear Him any other way.
So, I’m listening now, Lord.