"Son's are a heritage from the LORD, children a reward from Him. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are sons born in one's youth. Blessed is the man whose quiver is full of them. They will not be put to shame when they contend with their enemies in the gate." Ps 127:3-5

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

The writing on the walls..........

Sweet little giggles come escape under the door and dance into my ears while doing the dishes, a sound that makes me smile. As soon as the dishes are complete though, I decide to go sneak a peak and what these precious little angels are doing when they are suppose to be resting. I dry my hands and begin making my way to their room. As I approach I hear, “Mom's coming!” and the sounds of little bodies propelling themselves into bed, no doubt to pretend to be sleeping. I open the door and that is when I see it.

The writing on the wall

Oh my, this isn't just a little writing. It is a mural covering all 4 walls, the closet door, and back of the bedroom door. It doesn't stop there, it proceeds to envelop the play kitchen, toy box, and windowsills as well. It goes almost 6 feet up in some locations where things could be stood on. This fine example of expression is completely done in BLACK crayon. Needless to say it isn't exactly what I had in mind when I daydreamed about redecorating their rooms.

We march off to the kitchen for each girl to get a dishtowel with soapy water on it, and back to their rooms we go. It is time to scrub those black marks off the wall.
Five minutes goes by.... “Mom, it isn't coming off” 
Ten minutes goes by.... “I can't do this, it won't come off”
Thirty minutes goes by....”Mom, I am tired, my arms hurt and it won't come off”.


Aren't we all just like these little girls. We might not take black crayons and draw all over the room, but we do let sin tempt us with its promises of fun times and self-expression, leaving black marks upon our hearts. Just like my girls learned today, those black marks are not easy to get off. In fact, just like my girls scrubbed with soapy water and good intentions to no avail, the results for us will be just the same. We can't wash sin away with good works, those black marks will still shine though. The only way to rid our hearts of such ugliness is through the redeeming blood of Jesus. That's right, Jesus blood is our Magic Eraser for the heart, only it is All-Powerful and there is no sin too tough for it to wash clean.

As we sat and talked about how wrong writing on the wall is and making the parallel to the sin in our hearts, I watched 3 little girls begin to internalize the Truth. My girls may not totally understand the sinful depraved nature we are born with, or their desperate need for a Savior quite yet, but these teachable moments are the thread that God is weaving together in their tapestry to show them the picture of Himself.

I didn't continue to make my girls scrub to no avail, my compassion kicked in, and they were allowed to quietly sit on their beds while Mom began the task of cleaning the walls. My arms are tired and the job will take more time to complete than I have at this moment, but my girls will sit quietly on their beds and watch each time I work at cleaning the walls, remembering the lessons we are learning today.

Thank you Lord for Teachable Moments

1 comment:

  1. Hi Katrina!

    Thank you for sharing this moment and lesson with us. What a blessing.

    ~Amy

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