This morning during my quiet time I was reminded of something that happened over 20 years ago when my youngest son was a toddler. We can learn so much from our own lives and those around us. Sometimes these things point us right to God.
This particular morning was like any other morning. I was folding towles and my almost two year old son was sitting on the floor next to me playing with his toys. He was a little frustrated because I wasn't moving fast enough and he wanted a snack. I had already told him he could have a snack after I was done with this task. I finished folding the towels and in the 3 or 4 minutes that it took me to put those towels away my little one did something that has forever stayed with me. If you have ever had little ones around you know that 3 or 4 minutes is usually how fast these types of things happen!
My little one left his place on the floor next to his toys where he was safe and walked into the kitchen to help himself to his favorite snack. An orange. No big deal right? Let me share the rest of this story with you.
He had done the "mature" thing all 2-year-olds do and pushed a chair up against the counter. He climbed up and grabbed a knife from the knife block I kept near my stove. Not just any knife but the biggest, sharpest knife I owned! You know the one!! We all have that one knife that gives us the creeps when we see or touch it! But then!! Oh yes, there is a but then! But then he climbed down WITH THE KNIFE, pushed the chair across the kitchen floor to the counter where I kept the fruit in a fruit bowl and climbed up. WITH THE KNIFE!!!
When I walked into the kitchen, I saw him sitting cross legged on the counter with said knife in one hand and an orange in the other. He must have seen the look on my face and the fact that it was now ghost white, because all the blood in my body had just dropped to my toes, as I imagined all the terrible things that could have gone wrong! He looked up at me with big, brown, puppy dog eyes and held these items up to me and said "takey?". He was asking for my help. I remained calm so I wouldn't frighten him and reached carefully for the knife and orange.
Friends, when I looked at that orange it was a mess! It had so many cuts in it, stab wounds really! I looked back at my baby, and he did not even have a scratch on him! God had protected him! I thanked God for that protection.
AND THEN I CRIED! I cried because I remembered my life. How many times have I gotten frustrated and tired of waiting on the Lord to move? How many times have I taken things into my own hands and made a mess? How many times have I taken that mess to the Lord and said "takey"? And how many times has He held out his hand, remained calm and taken that mess from me? Friends, how many times has he done the same for you?
The Lord used a toddler and orange, to teach me about His love and forgiveness.
You are forgiving and good, O Lord, abounding in love to all who call to you. Hear my prayer, O LORD; listen to my cry for mercy. In the day of my trouble, I will call to you, for you will answer me. Psalm 86: 5-7