Correction.
I don’t heart that word. How about you?
I don’t like it. I don’t want it. I rarely think I need it.
From my employer, friends, from my spouse.
Even from God.
But, I need it more than I care to admit.
My two-year-old son has been struggling with a few issues this week. It’s not been a good week for him.
He needs and has received correction.
He doesn’t like it. Want it. Or, thinks he needs it.
But, for his good, he is corrected by his loving parents.
Could it be that’s what God does with me?
