Locked up

Yesterday morning, I heard the kids giggling outside my bathroom door. When I opened the door, I found this:

Two cute kids? Yes.

A couple of clever sneaky little monkeys? Yes.

They had obviously found my junk drawer. Do you see that lock across my door meant to keep me in? Those clever kids took some electrical tape, scotch tape and a padlock and they attempted to rig up a make-shift lock across my door.

I played along. "Oh no!!! I'm stuck! I can't get out!"

They thought they had me. For them, this meant they had free reign of the house, the television and (most importantly) the candy dish. But in reality, I could have easily bust through that "padlocked" door. But I didn't. I played their game.

Clever sneaky little monkeys.

Then I realized that I sometimes play the part of the clever sneaky little monkey. I compartmentalized my life and "padlock" God into just a small part of it so that I can have free reign of the rest of my "house." He knows the game. He sighs at me when I try to play it.

Then He sends my kids in the room to do the same to me so I learn my lesson.

Consider me taught.