Correction and Direction
When I was growing up, we got whoopings. These were the primal forms of corporal punishment imposed by the elders and usually elder women of the home and community. Yes, mama and grandmama whooped our butts! No, the whoopings were not intended to injure the child although they were to urt. The whoopings were meant to get our attention when we would not get it. The whoopings were meant to make the child to know that what may not be important to them was important to the parent. As crazy as I thought that the adults were, I must admit that I would not be the man that I am today without them. They kept me in my lane so that I could learn in and from my mistakes.
If there had not been the impact of those whoopings I would have gotten to the point of thinking that I can do whatever I wanted to do.
NOT! I learned that I don’t run this world very early in life. I learned that life is the best but the toughest teacher very early. I also learned that it is better to hurt now and rejoice later than to rejoice now and hurt later. I then ask God to correct me…chasten me…break me…direct me…because I would much rather to hurt now and rejoice later in HEaven with my Savior!!!!!
