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December 9, 2004
A Few Thanksgivings Ago and a Quote for Today
The Sunday Before Thanksgiving
Today, twice I watched my sensitive nephewÕs lower lip stick out ever so slightly and quiver, as he valiantly tried to fathom and control disappointment. First, as we sat down to dinner, his Veggie Tales plate was being given to a visiting cousin as there were only three and there were four children. I saw the lip and the frightened sadness in the big brown eyes. This time it lasted only a moment as the older of the cousins sweetly offered him her Veggie Tales plate, taking the ceramic ÒadultÓ plate for herself.
Later, the sadness was not so easily quelled. The visiting cousins were being given a sizeable chunk of his and his sisterÕs video collection to help them pass the time at GrandpaÕs house. He went to his room and quietly began playing with his toys, but that lip and those eyes illuminated his soul, and when his Daddy came in and picked him up, the flood that the lip was trying to keep at bay overflowed in heaping sobs. His Daddy said that it was OK. OK to be disappointed and OK because the tapes would be back. Andrew clung to his Daddy in the full contact way that children do when the hurt is strong, burying his teary face into his DaddyÕs shoulder. He stayed that way until we left, his Daddy softly assuring him.
So often I feel like Andrew, like a little boy with what I wanted taken from me. Will I ever get my plate back? Will I ever hear that it will be OK? I want my Father to hold me in my disappointment and whisper softly in my ear.
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Quote today from Into the Wardrobe:
"He really loves the hairless bipeds He has created, and always gives back to them with His right hand what he has taken away with His left." C. S. Lewis in The Screwtape Letters.
| By jackdas | 8:08 PM
Comments
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Posted by: Mrs. Darling at December 15, 2004 6:51 PM
