They know best

I had one of those nights last night where I was too tired to do anything other than lie in bed, but my mind was too awake to actually fall asleep. For some reason I started thinking about something that happened a long time ago.
I was about seven years old and I was sitting at my kitchen table playing with fuse beads. Remember those things? I was making some rainbow colored something when I heard my dad calling me. "Laura!" I ignored it. "Luke, Laura, Elizabeth!" It was a request for the three youngest kids- He wants us to do a chore, I thought. "Come on kids" my mom chimed in, "your dad needs you to come out to the car." There are probably groceries to bring in, or worse, he wants us to clean out the van. Finally, my dad came in and actually found me, ordering me to go outside. I don't remember exactly what I said but I'm sure it was along the lines of- WHAT? Can't you see I'm busy?? When I walked to the driveway though, what I found was my siblings playing with a kitten. On his way home from work, my dad had seen a sign advertising kittens and stopped to get us one.
I'll never forget the feeling I had after that...it was the first time I had ever felt remorse, and it was painful. My stomach twisted and my head felt light. Now that I'm older, I have to be able to use what I've learned to help me on life's journey. I think the mini lesson in all of this is simply, blindly obey God (or those who have God given authority over you, like parents) because THEY KNOW BEST.