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The sorrow that is according to the will of God produces a repentance without regret 2 Cor. 7:10

Yes, my 6 Ft., 17 year old son was hungry again. I tried to ignore him when he requested a second supper as I wanted time to read and study. As I sat on the couch I heard two words bellowing from his down stairs bedroom, " Dad, supper."

I am thinking, " It's 10:30 at night. I don't waaant to fix another meal." So I ignored him in hopes that he would give up.

It didn't work. DAAAAD, SUPPER! John is a type A personality and to him the shorter the conversation the better.

Realizing that my quiet time was shattered I got up and cooked another meal. But I must say my attitude was whinny. " He's old enough to cook for himself. This is ridiculous." When I gave the food to him I said in no uncertain terms, " Don't be so demanding when you want something from someone. It is rude."

Then he hit me with, " I am still sick. I still have a fever." I went back to my quiet time and ten minutes later came more bellowing followed by four words, "DAD, I LOVE YOU." In my desire to do what I wanted I had forgotten that John had missed school and was sick. All he wanted was some sympathy and attention. But I was so caught in my own little world with my own agenda that I failed to tune in.

As I think back on that night I realize that there are times that God wants my attention and I am too busy. Times when He is knock, knock, knocking but I fail to tune in and listen.

I want to be a man with a deep intent to listen to what my Father is trying to show me. I want to be tied so tight to the Holy Spirit that there will be know question who is driving my boat. I want to be broken bread and poured out wine. Apostle Paul calls it a Godly sorrow with a teachable spirit.

In praise and adoration
I come to You today.
I seek now exhortation
Tell me what You have to say.

Oh teach me, please reach me
Show me all Your plans.
Please change me
Arrange me
Do now all You can Oh Lord.

I come now lost and broken
Ready to be filled.
My doubts have all been spoken
Crushing my self will.

Oh search me, immerse me
Whisper in my ear.
Convince me, convict me
Erase all of my fears
Oh Lord.