One thing that needs work in our family is immediate obedience. My mom has a little saying she likes:
It seems a little redundant to me; right away and without delay are the same, but it relays an important message.
Obedience is one of the key principles to a happy life. If one is obedient to rules [that make sense], fines are not imposed, addictions are not nursed, relationships are not injured, and honor is established. As the mothership, I make rules for a reason, which is sometimes far beyond my children's comprehension. I make a concerted effort to explain the reasons behind my rules (if you put your dirty clothes down the laundry chute as soon as you take them off, you will have laundered clothes and your room will remain tidy) and am okay with my people questioning rules . . . sometimes. Mostly, I just want them to DO IT and we'll discuss it later. I'm not raising drones, but do we really need to talk about why I've asked you to put yesterday's paper in the recycling? Some rules we've already discussed, but apparently need to talk about every time the situations arises (you must be twelve years old to ride in the front seat with an air bag--it's not just Mom's rule, it is the state's rule and I could get in a lot of trouble if you sit there when you are ten and a half--also you could die).
I would say we have general obedience in our home but it us rarely right away, without delay.
We had an object lesson tonight. You may use the idea if you wish. I had Dad leave the room and asked the children to gather around the table. I scooped up a beautiful, round ice cream cone and called Dad to the table. "Just a minute," filtered through the house. I turned the blow dryer on the ice cream cone. It began to drip.
"Honey, are you coming?" was followed by, "Yeah, let me just finish this one thing."
Again, I turned on the blow dryer. The ice cream began to melt in earnest. The children were up in arms. "What are you doing?!" and "Mom, it's MELTING!" came from exasperated faces.
"Daddy, will you come to the table, please?"
"Geez. I'm coming. Just a minute."
Blow dryer. After a bit of time, the ice cream was a nub of it's former glory. The cone sat in a puddle and the children were aghast.
Finally, "Will someone please go get your father?"
"What? I told you I was coming!" said my husband as he reluctantly entered, pulled along by our daughter.
"Dad, I had a beautiful ice cream cone for you. You may still have it because you did obey, but this is all that's left of it because you were so late."
Silence. Crickets. Mouths and eyes wide open. Was Mom serious?
Before the tears burst forth, I served up fresh cones for everyone and explained the need for quick obedience. I told them that last night, while I was sitting in my bed reading, I received a prompting to go check on the baby. I did. She had gotten out of bed, crawled up the stairs, opened the door and was standing on the front porch. It was after 10 o'clock. I shudder to think what might have happened if I hadn't obeyed right away, without delay.
What has (or hasn't) happened because you obeyed?