After telling my nearly-4-year-old son, Austin, over and over and over not to do something (like jumping off the couch to hit a rather large balloon), I was reminded today of how wonderful God is. How patient He is! There are times I just don't want the hassle of being "dad" ... specifically, the frustration from being ignored by my "Little Gremlin" (which is Austin's October nickname).
But my love for my son pulls me back in line. And such it is with God. How he "tells" us over and over how we "better not do that or we'll get hurt" and yet we do it anyway.
And we get hurt (or have no idea how lucky we were to avoid injury). God could give us a stern glance and say "I told you so!", but no ... instead we are comforted with His outstretched arms.
