You might call it your inner voice, your conscience, possibly even the Holy Spirit…but when you hear it, it’s better to obey.
I went to bed last night with the nagging feeling that I should trim my fingernails–sounds simplistic, I know. But that’s what I was hearing from my gut. I figured that it was only a matter of time before I caught a nail on something and it ripped. It’s wintertime, which means dry, brittle nails. Have you ever ripped a nail? Not fun.
But I didn’t cut my nails last night. As I say in the woods this afternoon waiting on Bambi (who never showed, btw) I had that thought again: I should cut my nails. I told myself I’d take care of that as soon as I got home. But there was a meal to eat, kids to play with, a tree that needed to be de-lighted (de-lit?), and a football game (Roll Tide). So the nagging nails went neglected.
Then Josie brought Charlie to me, saying, “I think he pooped.” Yeah. Yeah, he did. Pooped a little, like the Grand Canyon is a little hole in the ground. This kid had exploded in his diaper, through his diaper, up his back, and all over the world. And he sat there smiling, as though he were pleased with his effort. It took me 6 wipies to get the poor child clean enough to toss him (ever so gently) into the bathtub. His clothes might have to be thrown away.
After the hazmat team and the emergency support staff were sent back to finish their homework, I looked down at my neglected nails. You know what I found, don’t you?
I’m telling you now–when you hear that little voice telling you that you ought to do something, DO IT! Now is the time to obey. Now is the time for action. Do not delay. Do not hesitate. He who hesitates is lost.
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