I was Nanny this weekend as my host parents were out of
town. The kids and I sat down for dinner. The girls ages 5 and 7 love hearing
stories about when I was their age. “Hethy, tell us about when you got in
trouble…” I proceeded to tell them the following story:
Heather. Age 5. A strong-willed visionary. One day, I
decided that our beautiful, stone fireplace needed to be zest up a bit. I took
my crayons and added my artwork to the mantle. I thought it looked amazing – however,
my mother did not share the same thought. She took one look at my masterpiece
and I knew I had royally made a mistake. Firmly corrected, I was given a
toothbrush to scrub my Crayola off the fireplace. I cried and scrubbed for what
seemed like an eternity.
I asked the girls what would happen to them if they ever
drew on the wall. They responded with similar disciplinary actions; mom
unhappy, spanking, time out, cleaning… we all drew the conclusion that it would
not be a good idea to try. Ever.
I may not be a mom yet, but I do have some intuition,
knowing the baby cannot even hold the mini crayons that were found at the scene
of the crime. I asked the girls a second time if anyone would like to confess
as it would be much better than telling a lie.
My older sister smugly reported that she had nothing to do
with it. I looked at Little Bit… her eyes as big as saucers and filling with
tears. “Kier, do you want to tell me
something?” She nodding and took my hand into the bathroom where she confessed.
I asked her why she did it. “Well, it sounded like a fun idea.” “Kiki, we
talked about the consequences when I told the story last night…” “I knowwww,”
she whined; now starting to cry.
So yes, she was given a toothbrush and spend the next
half-hour scrubbing the bathroom. She decided it wasn’t such a good idea after
all. My question though is this: Why do we still do it?
In our lives, there are so many times when we watch a family
member or friend go through a rough time. Maybe they make a bad choice, maybe
they think the grass is greener on the other side, maybe they fall in with bad
friends… in the end they admit it was a mistake – wrong thinking. Yet, we still
feel the need to try it for ourselves. Why do we not learn from the experiences
of others?
So that you can endure. Other translations say: so that you can stand up under it. You
can stand up under your situation! Praise God for that! I do not know what you
are struggling with. You may be trying taste what the world has to offer; a
life of partying and alcohol and meaningless relationships. You may be struggling
with depression and find that rejoicing in the Lord is a task too lofty for
your current emotional state. You may think the grass looks greener at a
different job or with a different mate…
I
don’t believe in coincidences; I believe those are the instances in which God
has chosen to remain anonymous. I bet the Lord has placed someone in your life
who has “been there – done that.” Am I right? No one
is in your life just because. Recall that your struggles “are no different from
what others experience.”
That
is in scripture for a reason. Don’t play the martyr – you aren’t the only one going through your situation and you’re certainly not alone. If you feel that way, I venture to say your pride may
have something to do with that. The church was designed with the purpose of
helping shoulder one another’s burdens; to encourage one another; to lift each
other up. Find strength from that person who has already scribbled on the
fireplace and paid the price for it. Seek out those friendships that will lift you up and push you through whatever challenging season you are in. Do you really think that if you try it the
outcome will be any different?
Kierstin
wanted to try it too; it sounded like a fun idea to her. I promise if you asked
her while she was scrubbing the bathroom cabinets, she would tell you that it
wasn’t worth it. The poor thing scrubbed while tears flowed down her pink
cheeks – it was hard not to laugh at the irony of the situation. <Insert big, spiritual pause for reflection here.>The outcome
was the same as mine… I guess now, she has a story to tell her daughter when she is
five. Hopefully she will learn rather than having to figure it out the hard
way!
Don’t
bother drawing on the fireplace… it’s not worth your while.
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