March 26, 2006

Open Mouth Insert Foot

This past week I took my daughter’s car to our mechanic to have it inspected and to make sure everything was safe and in good working condition. While there, I experienced something I hope I will never forget. As I entered the office, a nice grandmother was standing at the counter being waited on. When it came my turn in line I began to pop off about how children and grandchildren can really make a mess at home and in the car. I then made some cute statement about grandchildren jumping on the couch and how they needed to have their bottoms spanked. All of the sudden the grandmother standing next to me began to cry. She said, “I sure wish my grandson could jump on my couch. You see he is a quadriplegic. He is 14 and wasn’t expected to live beyond his fifth birthday.” Well, you must know I felt about one inch tall. Standing there feeling smitten and rebuked, I reached over and put my arm around this dear lady and proceed to tell her that God had put her in my path to remind me that I needed to be thankful for the wonderful children and grandchildren God had given me. We went on to have a good conversation. I was reminded even though we all need to be spanked every once in a while, we must never forget to be thankful.

2 comments:

Myrna said...

My foot seems to be dangling from my mouth lately, too...TODAY being the latest via an email I sent. I may coat my toes with chocolate.

Granna said...

At least I'm not the only one pulling this sort of stuff!