My son has had an extra dose of spunk lately. I had to have a little talk with him last night about his over zealous attitude, and complete loss of manners. I wondered if the manners got left in the tree that he was stuck in, the one I had to rescue him out of just yesterday?
He climbed up in the chestnut tree, via a table he had pulled over to step up on to give himself a lift, then up he went into the tree. I watched him do it as a friend and I visited on the deck. Then, as he climbed into the tree. The other children peered up at him, but none of them attempted to get on the table and follow him up the tree. All was well, for a little while, until it was time to come down and he realized getting out of the tree was far more challenging than getting up the tree! "Great." I thought to myself
I just happened to be wearing a dress that day and sandals, not exactly tree climbing attire.
So, I first considered waving down a nice passerby. I could just be the damsel in distress, and some guy could come rescue him. That should work, but the guy in the truck that drove by looked at me and pushed the gas pedal down a little more. So, that didn't work.
So, I got a chair, put it by the table, my dear friend securely held the table and up I went onto the table. Yes, it was odd, I'm sure, and I'm not sure how many neighbors were watching, but my son was stuck in the tree! I coached him to slowly turn around and make his way into my arms, one leg at a time. I cautioned him to go easy, reminding him that he weighs almost as much as me and I wouldn't be able to hold him for long.
He made his way down, and I grabbed onto him, steady, steady, the plastic table still standing beneath us. My son, made it into my arms and off the table and me back onto the chair and then the ground. My friend then announced that the legs of the table were bending and the kids should stay off that table! Whew, just in the nick of time!
My son and his friends went off to find more mischief as seems to be the summer pattern, and my friend and I had a good laugh. But, of course I was reminded of how I am so often stuck somewhere and God comes to rescue me. He does what it takes to get me out of the tight spot, and into the security of His arms. And, if I run off to get into more trouble, being ill mannered again, He pursues me again and brings me back and talks to me about it. He presents the issue to me and works me through the problem. He keeps doing this until I am no longer stuck or ill mannered! Just like I do with my own son!
I read this verse in Psalms 136 this morning:
God remembered us when we were down,
His love never quits.
Rescued us from the trampling boot,
His love never quits.
Takes care of everyone in time of need.
His love never quits.
Thank God, who did it all!
His love never quits!
Say That Again, Jesus, You will never quit on me, or Your children. You will always come for me.
He climbed up in the chestnut tree, via a table he had pulled over to step up on to give himself a lift, then up he went into the tree. I watched him do it as a friend and I visited on the deck. Then, as he climbed into the tree. The other children peered up at him, but none of them attempted to get on the table and follow him up the tree. All was well, for a little while, until it was time to come down and he realized getting out of the tree was far more challenging than getting up the tree! "Great." I thought to myself
I just happened to be wearing a dress that day and sandals, not exactly tree climbing attire.
So, I first considered waving down a nice passerby. I could just be the damsel in distress, and some guy could come rescue him. That should work, but the guy in the truck that drove by looked at me and pushed the gas pedal down a little more. So, that didn't work.
So, I got a chair, put it by the table, my dear friend securely held the table and up I went onto the table. Yes, it was odd, I'm sure, and I'm not sure how many neighbors were watching, but my son was stuck in the tree! I coached him to slowly turn around and make his way into my arms, one leg at a time. I cautioned him to go easy, reminding him that he weighs almost as much as me and I wouldn't be able to hold him for long.
He made his way down, and I grabbed onto him, steady, steady, the plastic table still standing beneath us. My son, made it into my arms and off the table and me back onto the chair and then the ground. My friend then announced that the legs of the table were bending and the kids should stay off that table! Whew, just in the nick of time!
My son and his friends went off to find more mischief as seems to be the summer pattern, and my friend and I had a good laugh. But, of course I was reminded of how I am so often stuck somewhere and God comes to rescue me. He does what it takes to get me out of the tight spot, and into the security of His arms. And, if I run off to get into more trouble, being ill mannered again, He pursues me again and brings me back and talks to me about it. He presents the issue to me and works me through the problem. He keeps doing this until I am no longer stuck or ill mannered! Just like I do with my own son!
I read this verse in Psalms 136 this morning:
God remembered us when we were down,
His love never quits.
Rescued us from the trampling boot,
His love never quits.
Takes care of everyone in time of need.
His love never quits.
Thank God, who did it all!
His love never quits!
Say That Again, Jesus, You will never quit on me, or Your children. You will always come for me.
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