It is frightening to realize that the Lord actually listens to what I say. Someday, I will face that truth. I can see it now. The Lord will ask me why I didn’t follow all the advice I gave to others. If it was right for them, it was right for me.

My two-year-old grandchild wanted to play outside. Her baby sisters were asleep. She didn’t want to get dressed to go outside; she just wanted to go out. The joy of outside arrived after the tussle of getting dressed. Now was the struggle of boundaries. “Don’t go too far because we have to watch the twins. Don’t go around the corner because I need to see you. Come back because you are too far away.” Every instruction was followed by a child determined to push her limits because she didn’t see the need but the desire. She convicts me because I’m sure I am like that to the Lord, all the time. My grand old age hasn’t brought my childishness under complete control. I speak the wisdom. I just don’t follow it.