On Saturday, May 18, 2019, I learned about submission through a game of pool with my 12-year-old niece, Jada one Saturday night. God has a way of speaking to us any way that he wants to; we have to recognize and listen to his voice though. (my sheep hear my voice and they listen and obey)
As we were playing a game of pool, I noticed that Jada called upon her father to help her. She was dependent on him to teach, guide, and lead her. She would say, daddy, I need your help. What should I do? And like any good father, my brother, Jason stepped right on in, leading, guiding, teaching, and coaching his daughter.
As she listened to her father, she began to hit the balls into the pockets and began to gain confidence. I had the low balls and she had the high balls. My niece started to smile, hold the cue stick tighter, and move around the table to hit the balls in the pockets with the belief on her face that she was a professional pool player.
It was my turn now and I continued to rely on my own understanding and experience of the game. My brother asked if I needed any help; if I wanted to know what shot he would take. I declined his help even though my niece was beating me in this game pretty badly. Frustration had overtaken me, but I was not ready to accept any assistance from someone that clearly knew the game better than me and had more experience.
Jada continued to hit the balls in the pockets as she listened and took advice from her father. I, on the other hand, continued to miss my shots as I declined his help. Music was playing in the background, so I started to sing and dance to some good old 80’s and 90’s music. Maybe the music and dancing would help improve my shot and help me focus.
It was my turn again and this time, I accepted my brother’s assistance. I began to ask him what shot I should take and what should be my strategy. He directed me to take certain shots, I listened and the balls began rolling into the pockets. I looked in awe and was amazed that I had started to catch up with Jada because I was willing to follow the lead of my brother; someone with more experience in the game of pool.
As a result of me submitting to my brother’s leadership in this fun game of pool, I ended up winning. I was elated that I won the game, but I was even more grateful that God had chosen to speak to me through a game of pool in the family/game room downstairs in my brother’s beautiful home in Carmel, Indiana. I submitted. I got under the mission. This was a lesson well learned.
Submission to our LORD can be difficult at times, but we must remember that He knows what’s best for us and can see the end. He has the best plan for the life that He has given us. Let us wake up each day and say…not my will O’LORD, but Thy will be done! I am working on this submission thing and I invite you to journey with me as I give complete control over to Him. He is LORD… ruler, boss, and master of our lives.
Have you submitted to God in every area of your life? Allow Him to be LORD over your life. Sis, let’s win!