He descended the ladder and stepped away from his work. Hired to repair our broken windows, the young man had more on his heart and mind than measuring. He wanted to talk. If God presented him with an opportunity to speak with us, he would take it. That time was now.
Years ago, he dated our daughter. They were both too young and their relationship ended. Now, in our living room, he stopped measuring to apologize.
Sincere and honest words from his heart. He was sorry for her heartbreak and our family’s pain. We listened and responded with tears and hugs.
An unexpected apology.
My husband and I never felt he owed us an apology. God impressed upon him to do this and he followed through. He needed to say the words, I’m sorry, more than we needed to hear them. He was obedient.
God loves obedience. In the big, little, and in-between stuff in life. My obedience is much more precious than any gift or offering.
Does the Lord take pleasure in burnt offerings and sacrifices as much as in obeying the Lord? Look: to obey is better than sacrifice, to pay attention is better than the fat of rams.
1 Samuel 15:22 (NIV)
The calendar declared it was too late; too many years gone by to matter. Excuses outnumbered dusty memories.
God tells me it is never too late to apologize, never too late to obey. My job is to pause and obey.
We might think that God wanted simply obedience to a set of rules: whereas He really wants people of a particular sort. ~ C. S. Lewis