A few nights ago, I had to have a serious talk with my daughter Isabela. We talked about how Maria and I noticed that she was getting quite fresh with her attitude and the way she often responds to us. We talked about how Maria and I have been rather slack on disciplining her in the last year simply because of all that has transpired in our lives. It was really hard to enforce rules, schedule, order, etc, when we were living out of suitcases in hospitals and hotel rooms. So, I told her that we were going to get back to the right way of disciplining and we would get back to enforcing our discipline…aka the use of the pow-pow stick on the bottom. Yes, we spank and we’re not afraid to say so.
Anyway, Isabela and I had a long talk about the need for her attitude to change and our reason for enforcing discipline so that she will grow into a Godly young woman who knows how to show respect to the Lord, to others, and to herself. It was a good, but very firm talk. She was nervous part of the time because she thought that I was going to give her a pow-pow right then and there. But I told her straight up what the consequences will be from here on in with regards to certain behaviors that show disrespect (talking back, making demands as if she tells us what to do, and disobedience or delayed obedience) So, we had a good talk. And she understood what was going on.
Later that night, she had a fresh tone with Maria, and so I looked at her and told her that now she has to get a pow-pow. She started crying like crazy and asking for another chance, telling us how sorry she was. I didn’t budge and told her that it was time to get a pow-pow. And so, the pow-pow was given. Buns were red. Tears were shed. Prayers were made. And discipline was given.
Less than ten minutes later, after I was the “bad guy” in dishing out the punishment, my little girl asks me to tuck her into bed, gives me a great big hug and kiss, gets all silly, and then asks me to pray for her. So, I prayed to God over my little girl and then kissed her nite nite.
Early the next morning as I went before the Lord to spend some time with Him, I was reminded of the previous night and how I was strict and firm with my discipline, that I caused my little girl pain and tears in bringing about correction to a bad attitude, and how minutes later she was laughing, hugging me, and asking me to pray for her and tuck her in. I was amazed at how soon she turned towards me with such affection and love just moments after I reddened her bottom.
And I thought about my relationship with God and realized that that is exactly how I should be with the Lord after He brings about correction in my life. He disciplines me for ONE reason only…He loves me. Just like I discipline my little girl for the same reason. And she gets it. It was almost like my enforcing of the rules and bringing about correction caused her to see my love for her. Perhaps deep down inside, she was thankful for the discipline because she saw my love for her through it. Wow.
I want to understand the Lord’s love for me like that after I feel Him bringing about His corrective hand of discipline in my life. I want to see that He is simply loving me with His discipline. I want to have that same response of just wanting to be close to Him and express my love and thanks to Him even just minutes after He disciplines me. I want to be just like my little girl was towards me right after I “corrected” her.
Hebrews chapter 12 states that “The Lord disciplines those He loves, and chastises those whom He calls His sons.” Oh, I am so thankful that His discipline reveals to me that I am His son whom He loves. – Cody