It was 6:00 a.m. and the first Saturday the family and I were able to “sleep in” in a while. And by sleep in, I was hoping to sleep until 8:00 a.m. AT LEAST. Every weekend we’ve had some sort of event or crisis or agenda. This was the first Saturday we can sleep. For the love of all things comfy in my king size bed, let me sleep.
My husband heard my cries and offered to drive our 13-yr-old to Patmos. This is a ministry of our church youth group where they go to Houston and/or Galveston to serve the homeless. My child, my sweet merciful child, never wants to miss. I love his heart. That morning, however, I didn’t show it.
It was 6:00 a.m. on a Saturday and I was halfway asleep and halfway awake in my bed when I heard my son come in and say, “I don’t have any clean shorts.”
Now he said the words, “I don’t have any clean shorts.”
But I heard, “What is wrong with you Mom? Why didn’t you wash my clothes?”
Let’s back-up a bit to Thursday when I asked him to take ALL of his dirty clothes to the laundry area so I can wash them. I washed all the clothes that crawled themselves to the floor in front of the washer. In fact, I also dried them, folded them, and put them away because that’s how you do laundry.
So, when he said the words, “I don’t have any clean shorts,” I ALMOST died. Like I seriously had a heart attack that made me leap from my bed to the doorway of my room and I died. The only thing to bring me back to life were my actual screams when I yelled, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T HAVE ANY CLEAN SHORTS?! Zachary, I TOLD you to take ALL your dirty clothes to the laundry room and I washed ALL the clothes you put in there.”
It was ugly.
I felt I needed to explain myself and prove to him that I DID wash his dirty laundry and that he was being unappreciative and that he didn’t do as I asked because OBVIOUSLY not all the clothes got washed, because he didn’t bother to take any of his clothes out of the hamper in the bathroom where, apparently, ALL his shorts were. Yeah. THAT.
He found something to wear and my husband drove him to the church. When my husband returned he came in baring gifts of sweet joy: Breakfast Tacos and Dr. Pepper. These are golden here in Texas. Trust me. Anyhow, as we ate breakfast in bed together he spoke words to me that are still ringing in my ears.. words that I’ve been repeating to myself over and over again since I heard them…
“There’s a time to be right and then there’s a time to just go.
This was the time to just go. There was no time to be right.”
He was right. This was one of those times where it was okay to be right because I was so wrong.
Have you ever had a moment like that? It wasn’t about the shorts and it wasn’t that my teenage son was being unappreciative. He was still half-way asleep and all he wanted and needed were some shorts so he can go. When I say go, I don’t mean leave the house to the church I mean “go” as in share the love of Christ with others.
He was going to serve the homeless.
He was going to share Christ’s love.
He was going to be the hands and feet.
He was going to spread God’s word.
He was going to the least of these.
He was going to our brothers and sisters in Christ.
He was going to love his neighbors as he loves himself.
But I, selfishly, wanted to be right. Through my stubbornness, it was urgent that he leaves this house knowing I’m right, I do laundry, I’m the Mom and na na na boo boo!
Forgive me Lord.
Oh the conviction that has run through my body since I heard those words spoken to me. It’s so easy for us to get wrapped up in being right that we forget how to be obedient in every single moment of every single day. I’ve prayed about these words the last week or so. It brings me to my own walk of obedience. For years I resisted the call to teach at church. I believed the lies of Satan, “You’re not good enough. You’re not knowledgeable enough. You don’t have enough faith. You don’t know how to teach.”
This year I ignored those words and started teaching third graders on Wednesday night and Sunday mornings. It’s been the biggest blessing as I learn more about God each time I sit to prepare for our lesson, each time I pray over these sweet kids, and each time I get to share morsels of truth from God’s word. I refused to allow Satan to feel like he’s right and I went. What’s holding you back?
Walk in obedience to what the Lord is laying on your heart and Go.
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