God uses the smallest and sometimes painful lessons to be
teachable moments. Have you ever done
something that you really don’t want to share but is a teachable lesson for
your children or friends? I am going to
share one of those stories. Please give
me grace here…
Many seasons ago when my children were young, I operated a
home daycare along with homeschooling my three.
I had a lot more energy back then, in case you are wondering how… Each day would begin by setting up the
daycare equipment before the kids would arrive.
Then the meal planning would ensue.
I fed five plus my three multiple times during the day. I had a daily schedule on the refrigerator to
keep things in order and forced a bit of variety. I would plan a week of meals in advance and
have them ready to go when the kids arrived.
One afternoon I was running late, and I didn’t leave enough
time for my hamburgers to thaw before separating and cooking them for lunch. As the kids were sitting at the table doing
an activity waiting on me, I grabbed a steak knife and proceeded to separate
the burgers. As I was holding the knife,
a fleeting thought of – ‘I better be careful – this probably isn’t a good idea’
crossed my mind.
Then I slipped with the knife, and it went through the
hamburger and into my hand. The bone in
my hand stopped the knife. For a minute I thought it was okay because I
didn’t feel any pain.
Then I felt it…
The sharp pain was intense.
I grabbed a dishcloth and wrapped my hand for a minute and let my oldest
know he was going to finish making the burgers while I addressed the issue at hand.
Sorry for the pun…
The good news is that I didn’t need stitches and by fate,
the cut followed the line in my hand, so the scar just accentuated the line.
That was a painful lesson for me but also a teachable moment
for my kids. The kids were told that day
to never to do what I just did. I was
determined to take my own advice going forward and never used a steak knife
again to separate frozen meat.
The dull ache lasted for days. Many days later as I stared at the scar on my
palm, I meditated on what Jesus did for me on that cross. I can’t begin to
imagine how painful that was for Him.
And He did it for you and me…
Today I have a small reminder of what He did for me on the
cross when I look at my hand.
Sometimes scars are long term lessons in life. My scar is a teachable moment and reminder of
His love for me.
Job 6:24 (NIV)
“Teach me, and I will be quiet; show me where I have been
wrong.
Psalms 119:33 (NIV)
Teach me, Lord, the way of your decrees, that I may follow
it to the end.
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