Day Three-Sad story

Luke 8:18
Therefore consider carefully how you listen.

So today is a bit of a sad story in the parental department.  It was a wonderful evening spent with family and friends at my company picnic/BBQ.  On the ride home Wyatt was telling us how much fun he had swimming, within a few minutes of the drive home Jacob and I were talking about our days and Wyatt said very loudly, "POOP", (keep in mind this sweet boy IS potty trained, no diapers to fall back on) as he said this I glanced back and saw him shifting in his chair.  We had about ten minutes before we were at home and said "almost there", then with a big boo-boo lip he said poop again.  He shifted back and forth in his chair eagerly trying to hold it, but ten minutes to him was a lifetime when it came to waiting.  To wrap up the story I am now at home washing poo out of his pants and Jacob is hosing him off in the back yard. 
As a mom I felt horrible, that he was telling us something and we just assumed he could hold it, we assumed that it wasn't that bad, or that urgent; but he was doing the right thing, he was telling us, hey guys I need to take care of business.
I think, how often do we hear God but not really LISTEN?  How often do we assume that what he is telling us can wait, that he can hold it for just a while longer.  Whether it is with my two year old or God I learned that listening, truly listening, is the most important thing.  Because if you don't listen or try and ask God to hold it you will likely end up with a load of crap, literally and physically.