She had left her bracelet and purse in the Sunday school classroom.
Now the classes were locked up and she was in tears.
Hand in hand with her great-grandma, she walked through the church foyer disappointed and crying. “Mimi” (as she calls her great grandma, who is raising her), turned to me and a few other friends, shrugged a bit, smiled slightly and said, “Lesson learned. Maybe she’ll remember to get all her things next time.” We laughed at the contrast between seeming disaster to the child and casual lesson to the grownup.
I saw myself in Brooklynn’s tears.
How often do I whine and cry, spouting disappointment, all the while walking hand-in-hand with my Abba, “Papa?” How close do we come to tantrums when we don’t get our way? How sad do we get when we don’t see the big picture?
I saw the Father in my friend.
My drama does not phase Him. Hand in hand, He leads me as much as I will let Him.
He smiles. He cares. He loves me, regardless.
“Lesson learned,” He says in that still, small voice.
Do we take note? What is He trying to teach us? Do we learn the lessons that are hidden behind every seemingly unanswered prayer or locked door? Are we able to take comfort in our Father’s love, even when the temporal is taken away? Do we continue to walk hand in hand even when He doesn’t seem to give us what we want?
From a distance, we can smile at Brooklynn’s predicament. We are grown. She is four. We know in just a short time the crisis will be over, even though it was huge to her at the moment.
It is a good reminder for me. Take a step back, whine less, laugh more. Hold on to that hand that holds mine. Keep walking forward. Learn the lessons. Trust that He knows what’s best for me.
Continuing to Learn With You,