Some friends and I were talking about being disciplined as children and the techniques our parents used to correct our behavior. I remembered the times I earned a few swats and restrictions were placed on my activities, often called being grounded. It’s funny now as an adult and parent of young men, I see the corrections of my parents very differently than when I was fifteen or sixteen.
When I was young and misbehaved, I was corrected by my parents. It was done out of their love for me and their desire to help me mature into a person who would be responsible, kind, and self-controlled. As a child I didn’t always see that, but I do now.
When I was in fifth grade, a boy who liked me came over to my house when my folks were gone. A huge mistake. I got in trouble because he came into the house. I knew the rules and should have never opened the door. My discipline was a choice of a spanking (three swats- always measured and given without anger) or I could spend three days working with my dad at the high school where he taught. I chose the three days of working with my dad.
I swept the gym floor with the huge, fluffy push broom, helped clean and separate the football pads in preparation for summer practice, and a variety of other small tasks as my dad assigned them. I don’t know if he realized that my time with him was better than a quick discipline by spanking. Being his daughter and having one-on-one time with him was what I really loved most. Even if I had originally been in trouble when it started, I found that we were closer by the end of day three.
As I have matured in my walk with God, I have found the same experience. There are times when I want to do my own thing, be independent and ultimately defiant to His rules and commands. When I am corrected by God for my rebellion I find that although it hurts, I know it comes from His amazing love for me. A fool spurns a parent’s discipline, but whoever heeds correction shows prudence (Proverbs 15:5).
It sounds silly that I would be grateful for the discipline that I received as a child of my earthly father and my Heavenly Father. The reality is that I am loved by both fathers and because of their love for me I will be corrected when I blow it. I am loved so much that God wants to make sure I am growing and learning more about His great love and plan for me.
Best Beloved, what about you? How do you feel when you are corrected? Grounded when you’d rather fly? Do you fight more or do you submit to the discipline so that you can be better than you were ?
It’s up to you, will you allow Him to teach you and correct you?