When my daughter
was 7, she played on a softball team.
One particular night, she didn’t want to go play, but I made her go anyway. About the second inning, one of the coaches
motioned me over to the dugout. In my
mind, Les was probably saying she didn’t feel well because she didn’t want to play. When I got there, she was crying, and had one
had over her eye. I knelt down to talk
to her, and she moved her hand and looked at me. I was really glad I was already on my knees,
because they got a little weak. She had a knot under her eye the size of a
grape, and her eye was already turning black.
Another little girl was swinging her helmet and smashed Les in the
face. Later, at Wal*Mart (still in her
uniform) Les got all kinds of attention from everyone who saw her.
There is a
hole in the bedroom door at my parent’s house that was once my room. I was in college, and I do not remember why
I was having a meltdown…but I was. I
slammed the door. Hard.
So hard that the door somehow managed to go partially to the other side
of the door frame…and stick. I was trapped. Six-year-old Les was going to help me get
out and she took a hammer to the door, which I believe was my suggestion (only
my idea and hers were quite different…and who knows what I was thinking?). That was years ago. I said I was going to get that fixed. The hole is still there. I can’t remember how I got the door back in
place…but Les told me just today that I got what I deserved. Haha!
I agree.
I think my
temper is better than it used to be. I
hope it is, anyway. I have not, after
all, slammed any more doors….well, not hard enough to shove them through to the
other side, anyway. I don’t yell near
as much, either. Yeah, I was probably
as pleasant as I sound. I’m really glad
God is patient with me…and my family, too.
A few of the (really
big) things I said I’d never do or put up with when I was in high school, I
managed to accomplish within the first four years of being out of high
school. Life is a really unforgiving teacher
at times.
Looking back
over the years of foolishness, I realize that, indeed, God had His hand on me
and showed me grace while still in my teens:
I climbed way
up high on a rail road bridge…over the water and I can’t swim…with some friends
one night.
I married a
man I barely knew…and paid dearly for that choice.
A girlfriend
and I got into a boat with a young, handsome guy and two older men, at the young guy’s
persuasion. They took us to the middle
of the river, where the young guy promptly jumped out and swam away. The two men did not have good
intentions. I want to tell you that had
I been alone with them (and I was stupid enough to have fallen for that “how
about a boat ride “ trick, even by myself) I am not sure what would have
happened! Thankfully, my girlfriend was
a smooth talker, and convinced the old men to take us back and we would be
happy to meet up with them later…but that we had something really important to
take care of first. Both my girlfriend and I had praying mothers.
I think I won’t
even tell some of the other completely stupid and utterly foolish things I
did. You’d worry about my sanity…as it
is, I’ve told precious few people some of the things I got myself into. I suppose it is better that way, don’t you?
I think we all have those things from our past that weren't the best decisions or the wisest words we ever used. Thankful like you said for God's mercy and grace and protection.
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Just don't ever let me convince you to take a shortcut with me. I've seen most of North Alabama that way...on an almost empty gas tank. What am I thinking? You'd think I would have learned by now.
ReplyDeleteIf Mom knew some of the things we did growing up I think she'd have a stroke. She almost had a meltdown when she found out about us playing mountain climber out the back hay loft door. Let's just say that us 5 kids kept our guardian angels busy.
ReplyDeleteI'm pretty sure we could swap stories--I stand amazed sometimes I'm alive and well. I know my dad prayed for me daily. Thank God.
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