Obedience

Sunday was sweet.  My oldest went to a skating party.  He said God spoke to his heart and told him to go be part of the race for his age group.  I told him he'd better obey God then.  So, after the race started a smaller fellow fell down and my son stopped to help him up.  They scooted (not skated) around part of the rink together.  How precious to be so sensitive to the Holy Spirit's leading, even when He tells you to do something you weren't too keen on doing.