Watch, Record, Repeat
When our son was dedicated as a baby, one thing our Pastor said has really stuck with us as we raise our children. As he held our son, he turned to my husband and said, “He’s gonna be just like you.” Truer words were never spoken, for they are both watching every step and recording every word, every moment…
Recently, my girl and I ended our full day of errands and busyness with a trip to Target. My intent was to scoop up some paper products and hand soap. There is no way I can get in and out of Target with my girl by my side so we lingered a bit, just about every stinkin’ aisle receiving a visit and we ended up with a cart load. As we were loading up the truck, I noticed my hand soap wedged between the side of the cart and the seat where I had my purse. Right away I knew I hadn’t paid for it and I was immediately reminded of my daddy and the times he would return change to the store clerk, or merchandise that hadn’t been paid for. I was wiped and the thought of trudging back to the store and standing in line for a measly $2.99 was most irritating; however, there was no way I was going to allow a bottle of hand soap to haunt me and most importantly, I didn’t want to grieve the Lord. I figured this would be a good lesson to teach my girl, who was watching and recording my reaction. She was impressed by my honesty and as we stood in line asked me whether I was going to tell the clerk. “No, “I replied….”you don’t have to trumpet your honesty or your good works. The One whose opinion of you matters most knows and that’s good enough.” As we walked back to the car, I shared Matthew 6:1 with her “Beware of practicing your righteousness before men to be noticed by them; otherwise you have no reward with your Father who is in heaven. “ Your announcement of your “goodness” is your reward, and it doesn’t match the reward we receive from the Lord.
Well, yesterday my son and I were driving and he was talking about the movie he and my daughter and their friends saw recently and he stopped midway to compliment his sister. You see, as he saved the seats, she and her girlfriends went to the concession stand and returned with arms laden with treats, popcorn and drinks. As she distributed the goods, she realized that she hadn’t paid for a box of candy and without skipping a beat, she returned to the concession stand to pay for it.
The best part of the story? She never told me.
Yes, Pastor…our kids are watching and they will be just like us. Thanks daddy!!