The three children stood before their mom, like recruits in front of the drill sergeant. The fifteen-year old daughter towered over her ten year old sister and five year old brother.

“When I get back home this evening I want to see all your rooms cleaned and chores done,” she said sternly.

“Yes, mama.”

“Now, I’m not saying when you have to do it,” she continued. “When you feel led, you get up from your video games or from watching television and go clean your room.”

“Yes, mama.”

The five-year old held up his hand uncertainly, “What does ‘feeling led,’ mean mama?”

“When you get that feeling that you think comes from God and you have a deep desire to go wash the dishes and clean your room, well,  you’re being ‘led.’” Continue reading →