I apologize If I contributed to the complications.
This is the short story of obedience in my family.
My father grew up in the '30s and '40s. He was -not- the first son in a very patriarchal family. Obedience in our family carried a heavy element of servitude, on the farm and in Church. Obedience was heavy on consequences and lacking in hope in the promises of Christ, short on encouragement.
To avoid being crushed by it, he resisted it. Obedience held nothing of value for him. There was no motivation to obey, as soon as he was not forced to obey, he began to carve out a life. He attended Mass faithfully all his life, but rolled his eyes at Church moral and social teaching, and smirked at those in authority. He was a rebellious man, but a good productive citizen. He owned his own business successfully, he could never have worked for anyone else. He trusted no one. He raised us to be skeptical of any authority, independent, self sufficient, to verify before trusting. He did not want his children to be “under the thumb”. He believed that through complete freedom and considering all options equally, we would arrive at a successful life. He did a great job at providing us that “freedom”.
Well, that “freedom” didn’t work out too well for me. I’ve had to learn the value of obedience to my family, my Church, God…the hard way. I’ve had to learn to focus first on trusting in God and his promises, to learn that obedience will not crush me or take away my real freedom. If God’s love sustains me, there is nothing else I need, so I am free to obey. God will hold me up, and not crush me in slavery.
This is counter-intuitive for me, so it probably sounds complicated cause I have to think about it more than others do.