Man. Sometimes it's obvious that temptation isn't necessarily something big. Sometimes it's the little things that will either make you or break you.
I'll freely admit, growing up I wasn't the most honest person. It wasn't really until Christina was born that I decided that I needed to do better. I once read a message by President Hinckley that said it is completely possible to be honest in every moment of every day.
With that said, we ran into a tricky situation the other day. There was a girl in ballet who wasn't paying attention to the teacher, was being rude and disruptive and then blamed something on Christina that wasn't her fault. Christina walked out of ballet and was telling me this and then smiled saying quote, "But I taught her a lesson. I took her rubberbands."
Crap. Seriously? Actually, back up. My first reaction was what? What is going on?
I knew immediately she needed to return the rubberbands but the girl was gone.
I explained to Christina that sometimes we are tempted to do things that seem right, but aren't. We know not to rob a bank. That's easy. But it's the little things like stealing rubberbands that is a wrong choice and not what's best for us. Satan makes things look right, but in the end it's just a trick to lower us.
I want my children to be better than I was. I don't want them to have to have regrets or sorrow.
Christina cried for a half an hour straight. She told her daddy even though she was scared. We hugged and told her that no matter what she ever did in life we would always always always love her and be there for her.
For 2 weeks she tried to give back the rubberbands & apologize and the girl wasn't there.
3 weeks later and Christina shows me the girl.
Yes.
The biggest, hugest girl in the class.
First off, I didn't know that was the girl. I had seen her pushing around Maria one week, playfully, but none the less when you are 100 pounds heavier, Maria went flying. She was always shouting at other girls, being very forceful, making rude and brash comments. I wrote her off as a bossy sassy pants.
Well, 3 weeks later and she walks in like she owns the place. One girl asks where she had been and she starts with her loud mouth, "What do you care. I was in Disneyland. I got sick. I was gone. I can't control the world."
No sweetheart. You can't. No matter how much you try.
I could instantly see why Christina wouldn't get along with this bully. An instant Hail Mary went up to The Lord. Please don't let my child get beaten.
Well....
God hears our prayers.
Christina: I'm sorry but I took these rubberbands of yours.
Loud One: It's alright.
The End.
In Christina's journal she wrote, "I learned never to ever take something that isn't mine."
But as an interesting side note, Joe had said something that made me give him the silent treatment. I wanted to teach him a lesson. No sooner did this all happen that I realized that perhaps the rubberband situation was to really teach me. My heart was broken alongside my daughters. I felt her pain and wanted to help her in any way possible. I watched her as she sobbed and felt total remorse. I can't remember the last time that I cried because I felt so bad for something I'd done. But treating Joe rudely needed that type of remorse. Which, if I'm being honest, never really quite came. But the reality of the lesson did.
No one is in charge of justice except The Savior.
We are to follow the commandments and judgement is His.
