I hear banging from his room. As I walk around the corner I see Andrew hammering a screwdriver into the door frame hole that the door knob goes in.
Mom - Andrew don't do that.
Andrew - I am trying to figure out what is in there.
Mom - It doesn't matter, don't do that
Andrew - I want to find something to work on (he is a lot like his daddy)
I leave the room and I hear singing "Oh how I love Jesus". That just washed away all irritation of him hammering a screwdriver into the door frame.
If that could be the song in all of our hearts that we live out each day. OH HOW I LOVE JESUS.