God’s Thoughts to Me
My child, listen when your father corrects you. Don’t neglect your mother’s instruction (Proverbs 1:8, NLT).
To learn, you must love discipline; it is stupid to hate correction (Proverbs 12:1).
Today I am honored again by a special friend, Floyd Samons, who is sharing dearly acquired wisdom from the school of life.
Floyd, thank you for all your support this year, helping me to keep my blog going when I was to ill to write. You are truly a brother of my heart.
Floyd blogs at The Regoi and I can assure you that his place is a treasure chest of wisdom and just plain good old common sense. To visit him, just click on his photo. Over to you:
Gifts from Christmas Passed
As another Christmas rolls around I, like everyone else, remember the ones from my past and especially the ones from my childhood.
I remember the presents, the food, the gratified looks on my parents faces regardless how lean the year, and the words at Christmas.
I recall the old black Bible with spider web cracks in the leather from use and age that my dad opened to Luke and read from every year before any of us impatient kids could yank a bow or rip a wrapper.
They were the words of God offered by my dad’s gentle voice. I fall into thoughts and lessons from just one of many I got from the man I miss dearly and remember with honor at Christmas.
Money was burning a hole in my pocket, but it was my money to burn, or so I thought.
“Me and Steve want to buy a boat,” I announced to my dad.
“Yeah, like a canoe only better, we can fish and stuff,” I explained.
“How you gonna get it to the lake?” my dad asked casually.
“Steve’s dad will take us out there,” I answered, trying to hide my disappointment in his lack of enthusiasm.
“I don’t know if that’s such a good idea, son?” he answered and I knew was the beginning of a long way around the bend where we would eventually arrive at “no.”
As a last resort I threw out the desperation declaration, “It’s my money!” My dad took it in stride and while I can’t recall his exact words, I do recall they had something to do with it indeed being my money.
Yet, it was his responsibility to not let me blow it or do something that didn’t make good sense… Like buying a boat twenty miles from the lake as a freshman in high school with a football buddy as my partner…
The four hundred bucks that I’d worked for was safe and out of my complete control as I poured sweat and some blood into construction jobs in Arizona.
For the next two simmering summers I saved my money for the best thing ever in the history of the whole wide world, even better than all the Christmas gifts combined; my first car.
Add that first muscle car and the freedom that comes with it to the sweet taste of gratification that comes from earning something at great sacrifice, and a kid has the ingredients and discipline that they can use for the rest of their lives…
How does a person learn self discipline and self control if they haven’t been taught how it works? How does a person learn self respect if they don’t learn how to respect others?
I remember being so angry with my dad that my throat ached… Here’s the kicker; I knew he was right. Even at the time of indiscreet ignorance, I knew it was, but I didn’t care about tomorrow… I wanted to live for that day.
His lesson taught me that waiting and using discipline returned dividends that taste much sweeter than quick fixes for a greedy and impatient flesh.
The lust of our flesh can’t ever truly be satisfied without wisdom from our heavenly Father to keep in check.
For now, only God knows which of us was more proud the day my dad drove my car for the first time with me riding shotgun…
Funny thing about wise people, they never have to say things like, “I told you so.” They say things like, “This is a nice car, son… I sure am proud of you…”
Wishing you and yours the best gifts and treasures this Christmas season, the kind that can’t be calculated by a number, the kinds that are stored in our minds, hearts, and eternal souls.
Merry Christmas, God bless you.
P.s. Thanks again, Floyd, you are a dear precious friend!
Sweet blessings xx
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