Ok, confession time here. I have been keeping a slave. Unfortunately, I have not been keeping him very well. In fact, I don't think he feels much like a slave at all, since I have been so lax with him. If he were my child, I would be failing as a parent. But he's not my child, he's my slave, at least he's supposed to be.
He likes to stay up late, and no matter how many times both I and Sarah have told him not to, he continues to, and then he is tired and impatient with all of us the next day. He also needs to lose some weight and eat better. I've really been getting after him for that, but I need to put my foot down and make him. I guess sometimes I just get too soft with him. He does work hard and so then I feel like he ought to enjoy himself and get to eat the food he wants and stay up late watching CSI:NY or playing BookWorm or BeJeweled2. But I need to stop indulging him and start making him mind. I mean, he is my slave and he needs to start acting like it. I'm tired of him telling me what he will and will not do and demanding that I indulge his wants and wishes.
I really hate to though, but I'm really going to work on it. "but I discipline my body and make it my slave, so that, after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified." (1 Corinthians 9:27)
