I pulled into the driveway the other day with both granddaughters in the back of the car in their boosterseats. I got out, opened one back door as I walked past, carried a few things to the house, unlocked and opened the house door, followed a few moments later by the 6 year old. Then I heard angry hollering and wailing coming from the car so I asked her what was wrong with her sister. She said, “I don't know, she won't come out.” So I walked back there to see the 4 year old sitting firmly on her seat. She had unbuckled the seat belt but was refusing to budge and was hollering at full volume. “What's up, child? What's wrong?” Her answer was, “I don't want my sister to open my door, I want you to!” But then, did she come out when I coaxed her? No, wouldn't move! Finally I left her sitting there, whining, with the car door wide open and walked around to the other side. I opened that door to retrieve a book bag, at which moment that crazy child scooted across and scampered out in front of me quick as a bunny with a grin on her face!
Now
tell me, what's that all about!!?? Well, I know there's
always a lesson. (God knows that some people even of a certain age still have
lessons to learn therefore He gave me grandchildren!). So I thought about it a
while (lots of thinking time in the wee hours of the night) and here's what I believe
I was meant to learn.
Often
I can see the way clearly ahead of me to step out and do something but I stay put, I
hang back. Probably complain a bit - maybe more than a bit - when things don't
look like they are quite going the way they should - when somebody didn't do
something or somebody did do something.
Then, as soon as I can spot a way out, I make a quick dash for it and sneak
back to my place of comfort, quite pleased with myself.
Instead
of stepping out boldly and getting on with the matter at hand, I have been known to choose to hang back,
find a loophole, and disappear.
Is
it any surprise that I received an invitation this week to be part of a
project? to give some assistance at my church? Hmmm… Maybe I’d rather not. …
Maybe it’s looking like I’m not going to be in control. … Maybe I’ll protest and make excuses,
dashing out the closest exit.
But
then again,
…
just possibly I’ve learned my lesson
…
just possibly I’ll step out the door that has been opened for me
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