wanna hear a good story?
my family is all about reminding one another to “make good choices,” and if you’ve ever heard me talk to my nieces on the telephone, you know this is something my siblings ask me to reaffirm during everyday conversations. in between time-outs and crying episodes over missing any action with a nap, good choices are still a big chunk of their conduct. my girls are so sweet and brilliant, and i couldn’t wait to jot this story down to show you just how valid my bias is. :)
earlier this week, as my sister picked up kaitlyn belle from pre-school, kaitlyn very quickly admitted, “mom, i made a bad choice today. i was mean to emily and wouldn’t share while we were playing at the kitchen.”
my sister, who has always prided herself on talking to kaitlyn in a very mature manner, thanked her for her honesty and explained how important it was to make things right by apologizing to emily the following day.
“but mom, i’m scared.” here is where miss belle apparently had a very grief-stricken expression on her face. sweet girl.
“i know, honey. it’s sometimes hard and scary to ask someone to forgive you, but it’s the right thing to do. you’ll be so proud of yourself when it’s done.”
though it took my sweet girl another day to work up the courage to approach emily at the play-kitchen area, she couldn’t wait to tell her proud mama the results.
“mom! i apologized to emily today! she hugged me and told me, ‘it’s okay – we’re still best friends’!”
oh, to be three years old again and have the world fall into place while playing house. i’m so proud.
what would our lives look like if we weren’t afraid to admit transgression and ask for someone’s forgiveness?
i love pie. boy, do i love pie. a nice, piping hot slice of any kind of fruit and crust with ice cream on top just can’t be beat. but humble pie? eh, not so much. i’m definitely not as apt to order that off any cracker barrel menu.
back in november, amy beth at ministrysofabulous.com shared an entry on this very theme here – and let me tell ya, could i relate to it. now, a little over two months later, i feel compelled and prepared to share my own humility diddy – complete with a photo. your dream has come true! i walked in my first race for the cure last october with my sweet family and the many great gals that work with my sister at oklahoma breast care center. it was a gorgeous day full of courage, wisdom, and laughter. as we gathered to snap our team photo, i thought to myself, “shoot, i’m lookin’ good for being here at the ballpark by 5 am. we’re gonna have a smokin’ team picture.” mmhmm. that’s right. and everyone did indeed take a fabulous snapshot before we began our mile or 5k trek. but there was a little surprise i didn’t at all notice until my sister emailed the picture out to our team several weeks later: my barn door was wiiide open, there on the front row. yep. that’s meeee.
thanks for the slice, Lord. :]
tell me about a recent embarassing or otherwise humbling experience. don’t worry, no pictures required!