When I was little, I used to do Saxon Math. Many times, I would tell my mother my grade and she would say, "Were those silly mistakes or did you really not understand what you were doing?" More often than not, I would have to answer, "Silly mistakes."
I'm a daydreamer and those silly mistakes would pop up while I had my head in a cloud. I've always hated silly mistakes--not only do you already feel bad for messing up, you feel worse because if you'd really been paying attention, you would have easily seen the right answer.
I made a very silly mistake today. I got up and got ready for my piano lesson and my mother asked, "It's at 10 o'clock, right?" Ever since I switched to a different day and a half an hour later in time, she's been confused about the lesson. And I've gotten used to her being confused, a half hour off. So, when she said "10 o'clock," I immediately assumed she was wrong. "No ma'am. It's at 10:30."
I wasn't very kind to my mother and I made a point of reminding her that she was "always wrong" about the time.
But she was right. And my piano teacher was forgiving, but she couldn't fit me in because of her next student.
I was so afraid that my mom would be angry with me, but she wasn't. She simply told me to come on home, without so much as one 'I told you so'--something I find hard to resist saying when I have the chance. I'm so blessed by her kind, forgiving spirit.
I went to the library on the way home and had the pleasure of a gentleman holding the door for me. That always makes me feel special. So, to return the favor, I held the door for a short lady and her husband.
She looked up at me and said, "You're a tall young lady, how tall are you?"
"5' 8"."
"Wow." She went on about how short people envy tall people.
"Well, tall people envy short people because of their little feet," I answered.
She laughed, "What size shoes do you wear?"
I looked down at my flats and giggled, "10."
Her husband smiled, "That's the size I wear."
And the lady apologized, "Oh, you didn't have to answer that question. You have a nice day."
I really didn't care that she asked me how big my feet were or how tall I was...I was just glad to know that people are friendly.
As I drove home, I looked up at the sky--it's one of those bright Colorado days where the every cloud is perfect--one my mom would call a "Toy Story" sky.
And I wondered how today couldn't be a good day.
I'm so amazed by God. He used a kind man to hold the door and a little lady to bless me, even after I'd messed up the whole morning. And, when I thought about it, if I had gone to the lesson, I would've missed out.
He knows the plans He has for me. He really does. From piano lessons to shoe sizes, He really knows it all.
I can't help but smile at this cute song: (it might be an old one, but it's a good one!)
post title: from "God Knows Everything" from the Donut Man
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