Full of energy, the little tyke squealed with a curious combination of delight and suspense when his mother cornered him and scooped him up into her open arms. He had been roaming the house much like a free-range chicken wanders the landscape in search of delectable morsels of food. But now she needed his full attention.
Mother picked up her precious thirty-pounds of wiggly-giggly protoplasm and carried him to the sofa. Seated, she stood the toddler in front of her. Not wanting to stand still for even a nano-second, his internal engine continued to roar, not even slowing to a soft purr when Mother tenderly grasped both his scrawny arms to still the lion within. “I need you to listen to me. Please stop squirming.”
It’s not until we stand at the foot of the cross and allow the Spirit to turn our face to look deep into the eyes of Jesus that we are ready to listen. Ready to gain perspective and understanding. Only when our gaze is locked into His can we truly obey in attitude and action, embraced and held firm by the Father’s remarkable love.