“Folly is bound up in the heart of a child, but the rod of discipline drives it far from him.”
I remember, when I was a child, a number of times that my parents saw fit to spank me because of disobedience.
Funny thing, though, I do not remember the transgression for which I was disciplined, nor do I remember the pain of the “rod”.
But I do remember that every time I deserved the correction.
My situation and memories may not be the same as yours, but this is my blog. 😎
I also remember that I never considered the discipline as unjust. I did not resent my parents for the correction that I knew I deserved.
As I grew older, the discipline from my parents stopped as I learned to suffer the natural consequences to my actions.
I have to admit. I was a slow learner in that respect.
When I received that gift of new birth in 1978, all of a sudden, I discovered a voice within me that was guiding me into a new way of living.
When I listened, I grew.
When I ignored, he lovingly administered discipline. And I grew.
I still have a lot of growing to do.
But I am learning to listen quicker.
I’m still a child of God.
But, that’s a good thing.
Incline your ear, and hear the words of the wise, and apply your heart to my knowledge, for it will be pleasant if you keep them within you, if all of them are ready on your lips. That your trust may be in the Lord, I have made them known to you today, even to you.”
Proverbs 22:15, 17-19 ESV