I was an obedient and compliant child. At least as a younger child. My mom once told me that she only had to tell slap my hand once and tell me not to touch the telephone. Whereas she had to tell my younger brother multiple times not to do the same. However, when life continued “lifing” it was as if a flip was switched in my teen years and I swung to the other side of the pendulum – disobedience unto rebelliousness, and beyond, and it’s only by God’s sovereign and protective hand lived to tell the tale…
