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Topic: Breaking the Rules (08/16/04)
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TITLE: Robert's Rules By Annette Bury 08/19/04 |
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“Why’s that?” I asked.
“Cause I won’t have any rules. And I can go to bed anytime I want!”
Stopping at a red light I peered in the rear view mirror. Robert crossed his arms against his chest as he stuck his lower lip out, looking like it had swollen to double its size.
“You know, grown-ups have rules too.”
"They do?" He shifted in his seat.
As the light turned green, I pushed on the accelerator. “Like right now, I can only go 45 miles-per-hour. If I go faster than that I could get a ticket.”
“A ticket?”
“Yep, the policeman would pull me over, and I’d have to pay lots of money for going too fast because I’d be breaking the law.”
The day proceeded like any other, for me, as the mom police - No sticking carrots in your ears or nose, no smashing your peas into your sister’s face, and no mud-covered rocks on the living room furniture. There are absolutely no frogs, toads, or anything that crawls on spindly legs, living in your room outside of a box. And anything in the rodent family stays outside!
Finally, the usual whines over bedtime, and then my favorite time of the evening – just the sound of paper crinkling as I turn the page of my Bible, and my cat lying beside me purring. There’s no chattering, no pattering of small feet running across the floor, no whimpering, just the hum of stillness with all the kids safely tucked in their bed, dreaming.
Finally in my own bed at the midnight hour, I reflected on Robert’s earlier comment and chuckled. I sure wished ‘my rule’ was going to bed early. But praise the Lord for God’s rule—the Sabbath day of rest!