By Traci Lawrence.
From the kitchen I heard a crash. Instinctively I knew what the sound meant. How many times had I told my five year old, Zachary, not to play ball in the house?
On my den wall hangs a collection of plates which my husband and I received as a wedding gift. The plate collection’s name is “The Lords Prayer.” Each plate represents a line from the prayer using illustrations of small children. The plates are precious to me because they came to us from my brother and his wife.
I turned towards the sound of the crash to see one of my special plates lying on the den floor in pieces and among these pieces, my son’s ball. Anger welled up in me and a great sadness for the loss of this special gift I could not replace.
“ZACHARY!!!” Two blue eyes peered at me from just behind the sofa. Zachary knew he was in trouble. As I struggled with my feelings, I began to pray silently, “Lord, please help me to handle this in the right way.” Yet, as I picked up each piece, my anger persisted.
My son had begun to cry softly and say “Mommy, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.” As my hands touched the last piece, which was much larger than the others, I turned it over and found my answer. The plate’s title… “As We Forgive.”
How often have I broken my heavenly Father’s “rules” and come to Him with tears in my eyes saying, “I’m sorry”? Always I find a forgiving heart and open arms. How then could I offer less to my child whom I love with all my heart?
I opened my arms and pulled my son to me. Stroking his soft dark hair, I rocked and soothed him as best I could and said, “It’s okay. I forgive you honey and I love you very much!”
Thank you God for the answer you sent one day on a broken plate.