It’s getting late. The purple New Mexico sunset over the Organ mountains has been dark for some time.
Bethel is happily singing herself to sleep (and will be for the next hour). Laurel is long since asleep. David, who has been battling a sinus headache all day, is nevertheless hoping to be awake when his daddy comes home.
As I speak, my dishes and counters are clean. My husband has everything he needs for work tomorrow clean and put in its place. True, Lee had a late evening and is at the hospital waiting for a child to be flown out, giving me plenty of time to clean. Nevertheless, God can use those extra times, and I could have spent my evening reading blogs or cookbooks.
God has worked in my life, mercifully. I’ve not been pursuing God; he’s been pursuing me. I’ve not found a secret three step formula, but I have asked for prayer among some ladies on this topic, and I know they have been praying because they are asking me if I’ve been obedient.
In answer to those prayers, God has been bringing this passage to mind this week. I’ve not always been obedient, but I have obeyed. Love for my husband and my children dictates my choices when I’m obedient; my own pleasure dictates my choices when I’m not.
“Has the Lord as great delight in burnt offerings and sacrifices,
as in obeying the voice of the Lord?
Behold, to obey is better than sacrifice,
and to listen than the fat of rams.
For rebellion is as the sin of divination,
and presumption is as iniquity and idolatry.”
I Samuel 15:22-23