The Price of Disobedience

I was 7 years old when my brother and I were waiting at home 

parents to come home from work. A little while later my dad calls 

to tell for my us that he's on his way and was only going to stop 

by a shop before coming home.

 

Immediately I ask:-"Dad, let us go over there to meet you!"

- "No, my daughter! Daddy is on his way!" My dad answered. 

I insisted- "Please, let us!"

Again he said no -"There's no need for that my daughter, 

I'm already on my way."

But I, anxious and disobedient, asked for the third time -" Dad, 

let us.... we can make it there quickly!"

Defeated by my insistence my dad agreed - "Alright, come 

with your brother and I'mm meet you there."

-"Yupppyyy!"

I was so happy and I ran out with my brother (who at the 

time was 11 years old.) We left our house and went to meet our 

dad.

When we reached the main road (it was very busy), I quickly 

spotted my dad on the other side of the street.

We decided to cross over right there (I didn't want to go all 

the way to the pedestrian walkway).

I looked both ways quickly and I ran in my dad's direction happily!

All of a sudden, BOOOOM!.... I was hit by a car!!!!

I was launched meters away! Just like a rag doll I twirled in the 

air and I was thrown very far from where I was.

I was rushed to the hospital. While inside the car, I didn't understand 

what had happened, I placed my hand over my face and it was full 

of blood. I fell into despair! I cried a lot!!!

Oh how I regretted having been anxious and disobedient! But, 

at the time, it was already too late.

I spent a few days in the hospital and returned home but till this 

day I carry a scar with me! :(

With my sad story I want to show you that if you are anxious and 

disobedient, sooner or later you will suffer the consequences. 

Perhaps God is talking with you the same way my dad insisted with 

me.

He is saying: "Don't do that, my daughter, wait!" And you, perhaps, 

are acting like I did. 

Be careful friends. Don't wait to have a "scar" that you will regret 

later!

Kisses and till next time.

Written by Raquel Ouverney, a pastor's wife in England