When God Says Stop

When my son was a toddler, we lived on a main road that ran through our neighborhood. Cars regularly passed our driveway at forty miles per hour or more, and like many little boys, my son was fascinated by anything with wheels. Cars and trucks captivated him, and he loved being near them, watching them, hearing them, and getting as close as he could to where all the action was.

Unfortunately, the place he most wanted to be was also the place I most needed him to stay away from.

I showed him where he could play safely and gave him a clear boundary near the end of the driveway. I reminded him again and again that he could come this far, but no farther.

At first, my corrections were gentle.

"No, hun. Stay back here."

When he continued inching closer, I would get down on his level and tell him again. I pointed toward the road and explained that it was dangerous. Cars moved quickly there, and he needed to stay behind the line.

But he was little, and the danger did not look dangerous to him. The cars were exciting, the street was fascinating, and before long, testing that boundary became a game.

One day, he darted toward the end of the driveway, and there was no time for another gentle reminder.

"NO! STOP NOW!"

My voice was loud and sharp, unlike anything he was accustomed to hearing from me. His little body visibly jumped, and almost immediately he began to cry before turning and running back toward me.

I picked him up, hugged him tight, and looked him in the eyes before setting him back down. Then I took his hand and walked him once again to the boundary I had shown him so many times before.

With tears still in his eyes, I pointed toward the street and said, "No." Then I pointed to the safe side of the line, nodded my head, and said, "Yes."

That day, he finally understood the seriousness of the boundary, and from then on, he stopped trying to cross it.

For years, I remembered that moment simply as one of those frightening parenting experiences when you realize how quickly a terrible accident could happen. But last night, sitting in Celebrate Recovery listening to a personal testimony of redemption, God brought that memory back to me in an entirely different way.

I suddenly saw myself standing in that driveway, not as a mother, but as the child, and I realized how many times God has corrected me in much the same way.

There have been seasons in my life when I knew I was choosing sin God had already told me to leave alone. No one else knew. There was no public consequence, no confrontation, and no outward indication that anything was wrong.

But God knew, and I knew.

At first, His correction would come gently.

Tammy.

It was the quiet conviction of the Holy Spirit pressing on my heart, making me uncomfortable with what I was thinking, choosing, hiding, justifying, or continuing when I already knew better.

There were times when I listened, repented, and stepped away. There were also times when I kept inching toward the road.

Sin rarely looks as dangerous from our side of the boundary as it does from God's. We see what we want, what feels good, comforts us, excites us, vindicates us, numbs us, or promises to meet a need.

God sees where it leads.

When I refused the gentle correction, His warning became firmer.

Stop, Tammy.

Conviction grew heavier. My peace began to disappear. What I had been willing to excuse became increasingly difficult to live with, and the guilt grew harder to push aside.

Yet there have been times when I continued anyway. I justified my choices, rationalized what I was doing, convinced myself it was not that serious, and moved the boundary a little farther.

God, because He loves me, did not simply stand by and watch me run toward traffic.

I can picture Him turning my face toward His and calling my name again.

Tammy. Look at Me.

By then, the warning was difficult to ignore. The conviction was stronger, and the distance between what I was choosing and the peace of God became painfully clear.

When I continued beyond even that warning, the correction became sharp.

STOP.

There have been times when what I desperately wanted to keep hidden was brought into the light. What had existed only between God and me was suddenly no longer private, and the exposure was embarrassing, humbling, and frightening.

Yet looking back, I can see His love even there.

God did not expose my sin because He had stopped loving me. He exposed what was destroying me because He loved me too much to allow me to keep walking toward it.

The destruction was not physical death, but sin was still taking life from me. It was stealing my joy, my peace, my integrity, my relationships, my closeness with God, and my ability to hear His voice clearly through the noise of continued disobedience.

Sin always takes more than it promises.

Jesus said that the thief comes to steal, kill, and destroy, but that He came so we might have life and have it abundantly.

God wants His children to live. That is why He corrects us.

Hebrews 12:6 tells us, "For those whom the Lord loves He disciplines."

That verse can be difficult because we often associate love only with tenderness. We are comfortable with the gentle voice of God and with the image of the Shepherd carrying the lamb.

And He is that Shepherd.

But that same Shepherd carries a rod. The Father who comforts also disciplines, and the God who whispers is fully capable of speaking with authority.

Scripture tells us that He is righteous and just, and James says that with Him there is "no variableness, neither shadow of turning."

God does not become loving when He speaks softly and suddenly become cruel when He speaks sternly. His character does not change, and neither does His love.

What changes is the urgency of the danger and, at times, our willingness to listen.

When my son ran toward that street, I did not raise my voice because I loved him less than I had five minutes earlier. I raised my voice because the danger had become immediate.

A gentle voice was appropriate when he stood safely near me. A sharp voice was necessary when he was running toward the road.

My urgency was not evidence of diminished love. It was evidence of how deeply I loved him.

If my son had continued into that street, he could have been struck by a car. I wanted him to live, so I corrected him.

God wants us to live too.

His correction may frighten us. It may humble us, expose what we desperately wanted to hide, or feel like the wrath of a Father whose holiness will not overlook sin.

But for those who belong to Him, His correction is never careless and never cruel.

It comes from the heart of a righteous Father who sees the traffic we cannot see, understands the consequences we are minimizing, and loves us too much to remain silent while we run toward destruction.

God may already be saying your name.

There may be an area of your life where you have felt the gentle conviction of the Holy Spirit and pushed it aside because what lies beyond the boundary still appears harmless. His voice may have already grown firmer.

Do not wait for the shout.

Turn around and run back to the Father.

The same God who corrects us is the God who receives us when we return. First John 1:9 tells us that when we confess our sins, He is faithful and just to forgive us and cleanse us from all unrighteousness.

Those words matter: faithful and just.

The righteous God who warns us away from sin is also the faithful God who forgives the repentant heart. His boundary is not rejection, and His correction is not abandonment. It is love calling us back to life.

Years ago, my little boy stood in our driveway with tears in his eyes while I pointed toward the road and said, "No," then pointed toward safety and said, "Yes."

God does the same with His children.

So listen closely.

Where is He saying no, and what life, peace, freedom, holiness, or restoration lies on the safe side of that boundary?

Do not mistake His correction for a lack of love.

The most loving thing a Father can do when His child is running toward traffic is refuse to whisper.

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