Discipline never feels good at the time. Quite frankly, when you're walking through the gloom of correction it sucks.
Nobody's perfect, particularly me. I joke to my husband that I was a model child who always listened and obeyed my parents. Closer to the truth, my mother said the oh so familiar Mother's Curse when I was the tender age of four..."I hope you have children just like you."
And God, having the biggest sense of humor, thought it would be funny to oblige her. Not only did I have children "just like me", I had four. God must have been laughing so hard He cried. Got the hiccups. Perhaps even chortled. Either way it took me becoming a parent to understand that when you correct your kids, you truly love them. Otherwise, you'd just let them do what they want and not care.
I love all my kids. None of them are perfect. They have faults and beautiful traits I could wax nostalgically on for hours ad nauseum. Simply put, when they mess up they get grounded. I love them too much to let them go down the wrong path. True to form, they appreciate it as much as I did.
God disciplines those He loves, too. Just like a mom...or dad as the case may be. What we do, how we do it, who we do it with...all that matters to Him. He tells us so in Proverbs 3:12.
He thought it was important enough he reiterates it in Hebrews 12:5-8. Paul checks in with the Hebrews and reminds them that God cares enough to discipline the kids He loves and calls His own. Read: YOU.
It wouldn't be a bad idea to sit down and have some chitchat (read: pray) with God. He loves you, He wants to spend some quality time with you. And just like Mom (or Dad) if you start hanging out with the wrong crowd...in comes some discipline to get you back on the path He knows is the best for you.
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