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Gosh dernnit! I was just bragging to someone the other day that my elderly boxer Bridget had not rummaged through our trash in years, and then lo' and behold, I find this...
She was just wandering around the house with this banana sticker on her face. Usually if she has done something bad, she acts guilty. She will sort of cower, lay her ears flat, tuck what little tail she has and slink about. But tell me, does this look like a guilty dog to you?! Noooooo, and the reason why is that she has no idea that the sticker is on her chin! So she's just sauntering around, acting all innocent, after obviously having devoured dirty bananas and who knows what else. (Now I will wholly admit that I tempted her beyond reason by throwing some trash, including half a banana, into a low, open oatmeal box sitting beside the trash can because the trash was too full, it was Sat. a.m., and I didn't feel like carrying it outside.) This little episode made me wonder how often I walk around with a figurative banana sticker on my face. I am all about keeping up appearances. So when does the real garbage sort of seep up and out a little, huh? I remember a time that Annaleigh was about three years old. Her well-meaning Sunday school teacher came up to me after church and said this: "Ummm, well.... I just thought you should know that Annaleigh gave a prayer request for you and Damon in class today, and well, ummm...she said that she wanted to pray for you because, well, ummm...you two got into a bad argument on the way to church this morning. So, ummm, well...I just wanted you to know so you could ummm, well....talk to her about it, you know...well, ummm...since she seemed sort of upset about it you know." Ummm, yeah....well, I know. There's a banana sticker on my chin. A more recent time I was busy with something downstairs, so I asked Annaleigh (that girl!!!....who does she think she is anyway? The sin police?!) to go over Harrison's math sheet with him. I finished up downstairs and came up to check their progress. Harrison was near tears, and Annaleigh's face red with frustration. "Harrison!" she was fussing, "You're not doing this right! Can't you listen?!" I try to gently tell her to use kindness and patience and she explodes with, "What's the big deal, Mom? I'm just doing it like you do it!" Now she totally should not have been so smart-alecky about it, but hey....I just realized there's another banana sticker on my face. Eventually, after groveling on the hardwood floor with a camera in Bridget's stickered face, I removed the evidence. And again, I'm reminded that just like I saw the sticker on my dog's chin, God sees the "stickers" on ours. Good news.....He can remove them just as easily! We just first have to recognize that we've been digging through the trash and realize that we need to clean up and stay out of there, or we'll look like this:
Pretty silly, huh? |
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