It is almost two twenty in the afternoon here in school and up to now it has been a rather nice day. The kids have so far been behaving themselves and the Library is cosy and warm despite the best intentions of this winter storm trying to upset my bodys central heating.
When I say that the kids have been behaving I need to clarify that most of them have been behaving. One boy whom I had not encountered before due to not being in senior school has been sent here for the duration of the junior internal exams . For one reason or the other he is not sitting them now. So I have him for an entire week and he.. he has me !
Im not saying we have gotten off on the wrong foot but what i shall say is that he very nearly was on the end of said foot earlier. Twice I moved him from disturbing my sixth formers, twice I told him off and then to cap it all he was on his phone. Phones are most assuredly not allowed during class time and this darling child knows this. So I tiptoed up behind him, and with one yell shouted "WHAT are you doing " . The child should consider the high jump as an olympic sport .
"Nothing" was his response.
"hmmm doesnt look like nothing to me" I replied, holding out my hand for the phone and staring him down.
Now I am in possession of a phone and a bad tempered child who is sitting probably plotting my demise.
But he knew the rules, he KNOWS the rules. The phone will go down to the office and a parent will have to come and get it. His choice, his consequences.
Choices have been in my mind a lot lately. It seems that no matter where I go to worship all I hear is the word choices. I flee to a friends house and she has verses for me that mention choices.
I tend to make bad choices. I tend to choose to make bad choices. I would go so far as to say I make the choice to make the choice to make bad choices… Ok you get get picture I will quit elaborating.
My choices have not led me down a good road at times. They have led to anger and violence. They have led to language that is not too savoury or sweet. They have led to me opening a gap between me and my Saviour.
Time to make different choices I think..
Now anyone in the market for a nice wee iphone with one careless owner !
Ah! You mean we must actually take responsibility for our own actions and not blame others when we face the consequences of those actions? You mean it IS my own fault when I disobey God and I can't even blame the enemy for "making" me do it? GASP! Say it isn't so, Bethy!
Sigh... you can't because what you say IS the truth. When we refuse to listen to and obey God it is not because someone made us do it. We did it all by ourselves. Whether we like it or not, we must take (gasp), personal responsibility for our actions and the consequences that follow.
Oh Choices! I too am with you! I guess it is a good thing that these choices can help us to learn the "hard way", but learn we must! My 16 year old son got his license a while back, and every time he leaves the house is say "make good choices". He chuckles at me and says "yea, yea, I know". Maybe we need that constant
reminder to also make good choices! Thanks for writing, loved it!
Poor lad...yes everything is a choice & as I have said we have 2 make a choice every day of Do we put on our armour of God & b prepared 2 fight & stand up against the enemy or do we make a choice 2 listen 2 the lies that the enemy is telling us...it s so easy 2 listen 2 the lies that the enemy s telling us because we have believed them for long...but we have got 2 trust God & come 2 him in r times of trouble xx
2 Corinthians 10:5
We demolish arguments and every pretension that sets itself up against the knowledge of God and we take captive every thought to make it obedient to Christ.
Love ya j xx
Loved your blog Bethy. Sometimes the gift of choices does not seem much like it. Especially when I make wrong/bad choices. As you say - consequences. Hang in there and I will ask we both given strength to make the right choice.