My Way

The chorus required actions, ideal for children. But not for four year old Zach. He stood resolutely with his hands behind his back, gripping the chair with white-knuckled fingers. No way was he going to do the actions. His determination showed in his clamped-tight lips. Zac was being Zachy, as we often said.

I am sometimes like this young lad. No way am I gong to do what God wants me to do. I’ve read all the scriptures, know l the spiritual answers but I want to do things my way although I know God knows best.

I pray that I may not continue to be like Zach who never did join in the chorus.