I keep seeing cloud patterns that tell me a storm is coming, but the weather forecast says otherwise. Maybe it’s just me having a stormy attitude. (And weird formatting problems with my blog.)
This has been one of those days when I just want to scream, “Enough already! Enough! Do NOT throw me any more curve balls!” Tonight I almost smashed tomatoes with my bare hands because I was feeling so frustrated and very much not understood. And then I get to this bossy word in my scripture reading…
This has to be a cultural thing, because I’m having a hard time imagining myself being cool with the idea of someone (like a parent, or pretty much anyone) using the word command with me when they wanted my help and cooperation. It would be like pushing my insta-rebelion button.
And yet God uses that word all the time and I’m okay with it. Well, I’m okay with it except when I get all, “No one tells me what to do. If you want my help, ask nicely.” And then I settle down and realize that’s the fast track to a hot place. Oh, what a mess I am.
“1 And now, my son Helaman, I command you that ye take the records which have been entrusted with me; 2 And I also command you that ye keep a record of this people, according as I have done, upon the plates of Nephi, and keep all these things sacred which I have kept, even as I have kept them; for it is for a wise purpose that they are kept.”