The Dish One day when I was about six years old, I was playing under the grapevine at Granny’s house. Something caught my eye. It was a small dish. It had two pretty rings painted around its edges. The dish is all dirty. Granny must not want it. I thought. If Granny wanted this dish, she would have it all washed up and in her kitchen. No. Granny doesn’t want this dish. I eat some black grapes. Then I looked again at the dish. It would be pretty all washed up. I looked away and ate more grapes, but the more grapes I ate, the more I thought of that dish. I don’t think Granny will care if I take this dish home with me. It’s so pretty. I could use it in my playhouse. I don’t have a real dish. All I have for dishes are Mama’s old face cream jars and my little tea set. I need a real dish! Eating grapes got tiresome soon—all I could think of was that dish. It became prettier and prettier as I envisioned in my playhouse washed and clean. Grandma won’t miss it. I know she won’t. It isn’t stealing. Granny doesn’t want it or she would have it all washed up. She wouldn’t have left it on the ground all dirty if she wanted it. With a kind of bad feeling mixed up with excitement, I picked up the dish and started the short walk home. It’s so pretty. When I get it washed up, it’ll be beautiful, I thought. As I walked toward home, my steps became shorter and shorter and my heart beat faster and faster. Mama said I should never steal, but this isn’t stealing. This really isn’t stealing. Granny would have this dish in her kitchen if she wanted it. I don’t think she wants it. It’s not stealing. As I neared home, I stopped, then turned around, and hurried back to Granny’s house as fast as my feet could take me. Yes, it is stealing—and God says not to steel. I don’t want the dish any more—it makes me feel bad. I asked God to forgive me for taking Granny’s dish—I had broken a commandment—“Thou shalt not steal,” meaning “you shall not steal.” Of course I knew stealing anything was wrong, but I had tried my best not to think I was stealing that dish, but I had to face it. I had stolen the dish from my own Granny. I took the dish back and lay it where I found it. I didn’t tell Granny about it. I didn’t tell anyone. I know now I should have told Granny what I had done and asked her forgiveness, but I was too young to understand—I needed more Bible reading and as time passed by, I learned more about asking forgiveness and how God forgives us and washes us white and clean when we have sinned and ask his forgiveness.. I look back on that day as a time of learning in my walk with Jesus. I had been saved so young and it takes time to grow as we read and study God’s word, and I am glad to know that I have such a God that loves me so much that He willingly lay down His life for me and for all who will receive Him as Lord and Savior of their lives. Copyright © High Tower Enterprise, 2013
Posted on: Fri, 26 Jul 2013 23:35:01 +0000
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