We were in line at Chick-fil-A, Brody and I, getting ready to place our order. When it was our turn, I stepped up and started listing it off to the cashier. Just as I’d finished telling her that Brody would have a 6-piece nugget meal, he placed his hands on my cheeks and turned my face toward his.
“I don’t want fwench fwies, Mimmie. I want fwuit pwease.”
He let go and I ordered fruit. Then she asked what he’d like to drink. Again, with the hands on my face.
“I don’t want milk today, Mimmie. I want yenomade pwease.”
He let go, and because I was pretty tickled about the whole discourse, I relented and let him have lemonade.
He’s been doing the hand-to-face thing a lot lately. If he wants to make absolutely sure you are hearing him, he will do this, and if you still mess it up, well that’s on you. No excuses in his book because he did his part to make sure you understood.
I seriously wish God did this. I wish He would just reach down and grab my face and make sure He had my full attention. But He doesn’t, of course. While He certainly gives us signs that point to the way He’d have us go, He doesn’t physically make sure we see them. Instead, He expects us to always be paying attention so we don’t miss them.
He expects us to always be focused on Him.
Next time you’re wishing for explicit instructions spelled out in the sky, try giving Him your full attention. You might be surprised that the answer is as plain as His hands on your face.
I keep my eyes always on the LORD. With him at my right hand, I will not be shaken. ~ Psalm 16:8 NIV
What a sweet Brody lesson. I know God gets so frustrated with me with my mind going a hundred different directions and often times He is at the end of the line. It’s my prayer that I can be sensitive to the Holy Spirits leading!!