Showing posts with label rebellious heart. Show all posts
Showing posts with label rebellious heart. Show all posts

Thursday, September 6, 2012

"Work 'em!"

My husband has one answer for a child’s rebellious heart: “Work ‘em!” Bad attitude, whining, arguing, negotiating, grumbling, complaining? “Work ‘em!” When I’m at my wit’s end and call for backup assistance? “Work ‘em!” Bickering between siblings? “Work ‘em!”

Think a chore is unfair and want to keep talking about it? You’ll probably end up with all the chores. A little too vocal about what you think about doing dishes when you have all kinds of reasons why you shouldn’t? You may end up with all kitchen responsibilities for a week or longer.

Giving off an overall haughty attitude? That’s right.

“Work em!”

Remarkably, it works!

It is James’ answer for our children, and it is his answer for other kids he sees taking advantage of and disrespecting their parents out of an ungrateful heart. “They just need a little work!”

Perhaps it’s effective because it’s what God does to His children.

Monday morning, we enjoyed the rare treat of an empty, quiet house. It was a holiday, and the girls spent the night with their brother. Reclined in the living room, Bible in lap, coffee in hand, and no deadlines lurking, I enjoyed an extended time with the Lord. Reading through Psalm 107, my Bible study instructions were to note the reasons why Israel found itself distressed.

I alighted upon verse twelve and chuckled. “Well, I’ll be…” James’ approach is scriptural!

Psalm 107:12-15 says:

Those who sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, bound in affliction and irons – because they rebelled against the words of God, and despised the counsel of the Most High, therefore He brought down their heart with labor; they fell down and there was none to help. Then they cried out to the Lord in their trouble, and He saved them out of their distresses. He brought them out of their darkness and the shadow of death, and broke their chains in pieces.  Oh, that men would give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men (emphasis mine)!

The Israelites, like our children inevitably will do (and let’s not kid ourselves, like we do, too), rebelled against the words of God and despised His counsel. They were contentious and disobedient and looked down on His instruction to them. Does this describe the attitude you sometimes encounter in your own children?

And look what He did: He worked ‘em! He humbled and subdued their hearts – the seat of their rebellion – with trouble and toil. They eventually cried out to Him, and He saved them out of their distress. It is a pattern repeated throughout the scriptures: God speaks, the Israelites rebel, they suffer, and then they return, humbled and ready to submit and obey. We’ve done it. Our children do it. And like the Lord, who continued to speak His word to His children even when they refused to obey, we must do as He says in Ezekiel 2:3-7:

And He said to me: "Son of man, I am sending you to the children of Israel, to a rebellious nation that has rebelled against Me; they and their fathers have transgressed against Me to this very day. For they are impudent and stubborn children. I am sending you to them, and you shall say to them, 'Thus says the Lord GOD.' As for them, whether they hear or whether they refuse – for they are a rebellious house – yet they will know that a prophet has been among them. And you, son of man, do not be afraid of them nor be afraid of their words, though briers and thorns are with you and you dwell among scorpions; do not be afraid of their words or dismayed by their looks, though they are a rebellious house. You shall speak My words to them, whether they hear or whether they refuse, for they are rebellious (emphasis mine).

When we speak the word of God to our children, especially when we’re confronting wrong behavior, we may not be met with the friendliest response. Regardless, we cannot be afraid of our children’s unhappiness with our decisions. We cannot fear their words, dirty looks, silent treatment, backhanded remarks, or other forms of punishment.

As they grow and assert their independence, we are going to have to address rebellion. For some, it’s strong and in your face. For others, it’s under the radar and a bit harder to detect. One thing is certain, though, and that is they are all born with a sinful heart, just like we are. They are all going to struggle with their flesh. Just like we do.

The first time I was on the receiving end of a cold shoulder and cutting attitude from a rebellious heart, it broke mine. For what I was feeling, but more so for the realization of what I put my own mother through. It grieved me that I couldn’t pick up the phone and call her to beg forgiveness, again, for the countless times I screamed my hatred and punished her for decisions I didn’t like.

Whether our children are compliant or make our lives miserable when we discipline, we must do as Ezekiel says: speak God’s words to them, whether they hear or whether they refuse.

And work ‘em!

For the Lord says in Hosea 14:4, "I will heal their backsliding, I will love them freely, for My anger has turned away from him.”

For that, let us “give thanks to the Lord for His goodness, and for His wonderful works to the children of men.”

And let’s keep a list of extra work that needs to be done. When the need arises, we won’t be caught off guard with no chores to assign. Let’s speak God’s word to our children. Explain His desire for them and His instruction for them with regards to their relationship with us and Him. If there’s a scripture that applies specifically to the circumstances that led to their discipline, speak those words to them too. And then, like the Lord does for us and them, let’s turn our anger away from them. Love them freely. Heal their backsliding. Lead them to a place of thanksgiving for God’s goodness and wonderful works.

Lord, thank You for Your faithfulness to speak Your word and heal our backsliding. Thank you for loving us freely and turning Your anger from us as we learn to be more wholly Yours today.

Shauna Wallace
Holy His

Monday, June 11, 2012

The Dreaded Confession

There are some phone calls I dread. Top on the list are those that involve any kind of conflict or confrontation and the kind I made Wednesday.
“Hi honey. What are you doing?” I inquired gaily.
“Oh, working. What’s up?” James replied, completely unsuspecting.
“Are you having a good day? Are you in a pretty happy mood?” I asked with a smile on my face and butterflies in my belly.
“I guess I’m doing all right. Why?” he answered, suspicion dawning.
“Well…”
And the confession begins. Ten eyes watching. Ten ears listening.
That morning, car loaded with a few of my kids and several extra, I headed to Houston to see the new paleontology exhibit at the Houston Museum of Natural Science. Life-size dinosaur skeletons populated a room the size of a football field, floor to ceiling. Exiting “Jurrasic Park,” we headed for the African safari. A quick lunch, and it was on to gemology, where gazillion-carat precious stones called my name! The tornado IMAX provided the perfect ending to a perfect day.  We meandered through the strategically situated gift shop (located on the way to the exit), where I said no a hundred times and a hundred different ways, and made our way to the car.
Everyone loaded, I noticed a note on my windshield.
“Hmmmm. What could that be?” I wondered.
 It had a person’s name and phone number and read:
“call about scratch on car”
Uh-oh.
Sinking feeling.
Circling the vehicle, the events of that morning flash through my mind. We arrived to find the entire museum district crawling with school buses, cars, and droves of people. Parking was impossible! I finally found the parking garage and the perfect parking spot. The kind that inspires the hallelujah chorus! There was one of those “Compact Cars Only” signs, but those are only a suggestion, right?
“Mama, should we really park here?” my daughter questioned.
“Awww, I’m compact enough. It’ll be fine!” I confidently assured her, and every other kid as they debated the wisdom of my decision. I crept within a quarter inch of the wall, checked to be sure wasn’t hanging out more than a few inches more than the compact car next to me, and we headed for the elevators, a straight shot from the parking spot sent straight from heaven just for me!
Staring down the crunched in rear passenger bumper upon our return, the wisdom of the compact car sign dawned on me. It was for my own good! In those narrow spaces, SUVs like mine extend into the space needed to clear the turns between levels. Being that mine was the last car before the turn, it was an extra foolish parking job!
Crawling in my seat, fully aware of the folly of my ways, I came clean.
“I knew we shouldn’t have parked there!” one exclaimed.
And she was right.
Humbled, there was nothing to do but admit that I was wrong. James was exasperated, but as always, gracious. He even called the man who left the note because I was scared he would yell at me for parking where I shouldn’t.
As we drove the hour home, kids engaged in their own conversations, I thought about my sinful, rebellious heart. That’s really the bottom line. I saw a parking space. I wanted it. I ignored authority and wisdom and took it. I made it work because that’s what I wanted. Forget the museum and the fact that the garage is their property and therefore under their authority. Forget that the sign is there for a reason. For the protection of my property.
I thought about God’s word. Like the sign, there for our own good. For our protection. And yet, how many times do I ignore it because there’s something before me that will bring more immediate gratification?
Deuteronomy 6:24 explains, “'And the LORD commanded us to observe all these statutes, to fear the LORD our God, for our good always, that He might preserve us alive, as it is this day.”
Conversely, “The backslider in heart will be filled with his own ways” (Proverbs 14:14). That was me  making that parking space work no matter what. My way.
God’s word, His ways, His commands and statutes, are all for our good always. To preserve us alive, which in the Greek means “to sustain life, live prosperously, live forever, be restored to life and health, to revive from sickness, discouragement, faintness, death.”[i] They are an expression of His goodness that leads us to repentance (Romans 2:4).
Thank you, Lord, for Your goodness that leads us to repentance, even when it comes in the form of consequences for our foolish decisions. Thank You that You use the unfortunate, uncomfortable, and even tragic to lead us to repentance. It is all Your goodness, Lord. Thank You for working in us to become more wholly Yours today.
Shauna Wallace
Holy His


[i]       Blue Letter Bible. "Dictionary and Word Search for chayah (Strong's 2421)". Blue Letter Bible. 1996-2012. 10 Jun 2012. http:// www.blueletterbible.org/lang/lexicon/lexicon.cfm?Strongs=H2421&t=NKJV.