God Bless The Three Year Old…..

Mercer had a rough day on Monday, God bless that gooey little booger.  It’s days like these that make me wonder why I ever chose to have children, and I understand too why some mothers eat their young……..only kidding.
I took the boys to swimming lessons, no big deal right…..wrong….My son has a personality that is gigantic, he loves attention, loves to show off and loves when people laugh at him. I think those might be things that he inherited from me. He also has a tendency to push the envelope and test limits, also things I think he learned from me….well rather than listen to his teacher and keep his hands on the side of the pool, he decided that he was going to set off on his own across the pool and “catch” his big brother.  That my friends, wasn’t the greatest idea my gooey three-year old has ever had.  He sunk, like a rock.  I was sitting on the bleachers calmly watching, thinking that the teacher would turn around and save my son.  She didn’t, she was focused on the other kids, trying to teach them how to swim.  Moose bobbed up and down a couple of times, and finally when the lifeguard stood up to jump in after him, the teacher turned around and snatched Mercer up… I may have shaved 10 or so years off of my life.  But honestly, I think it was a good lesson for my little dare-devil.  When you listen and follow directions things are easier and safer, than if you decide to disobey.

I kind of think that I am  quite a bit like Mercer, I just take off on my own and assume that I have things under control.  Usually that is not the case, and I wind up sinking and gasping, wondering what the heck just happened.  Funny how, when our kids stumble and misstep, it can bring a moment of clarity to our own lives.  I wonder what God thinks of my tendency to do things on my own, without asking him for direction?
I can just imagine the conversation that he is having with me, is similar to what one between Mercer and I would sound like when he is determined to do it his way:

“Umm, Jess you should really stop going that direction, you’re going to get into a mess.”

“No, I got it God, thanks for the input, but things are totally under control.”

I am sure that this conversation repeats over and over, until I again fall flat on my face and end up asking God to forgive me for not following his direction in the first place.

The book of Jonah is a good reminder of what happens when we just don’t want to listen to what God has planned for us…

1. God tells Jonah to go to Nineveh.
2.  Jonah says no, and runs from God.
3. Jonah gets on a boat, going the opposite direction from where God told him to go.
4.  God sends a storm, and Jonah is thrown overboard.
5. A fish eats Jonah.
6.  Jonah hangs out inside the fish for 3 days and 3 nights, thinking about what he did.
7. God looks on Jonah with compassion, and has the fish throw up Jonah (ewwwwww).

8.  Jonah thanks God for being gracious, for sparing his life,  and then Jonah GOES TO NINEVEH.
Funny how when God wants me to do something, and I don’t listen, somehow his plan always works out whether or not I do it the first time he asks or I drag my feet.  I am so thankful that he is patient with me, that he loves me and that he knows I am so much like my son. I test my limits, pushing against what I know is right, and then finally when  I am sinking he reaches out and grabs me up and saves me from drowning.
Thank you Lord for never giving up on me….
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