I mentioned in Wednesday's post that I had experienced my first real dose of prolonged sassiness from my little curly girl. Our disagreement was over a pile of mud that she insisted on 'experiencing.'
It started with my warning that the particular part of the yard she was heading towards was very muddy. I cautioned her to be careful.
She kept going...heading straight for trouble. A few moments later she informed me that her Crocs had mud all over them.
"Better on your Crocs than all over your body" I replied.
She behaved as if that were a suggestion and promptly squished the bare toes of her left foot into the mud.
"Oooh. This feels good."
At this point my caution turned to a request."Please do not get in that mud. It will ruin your nice school clothes."
"I'll be careful," she insisted as she continued to dabble.
"K, this is a bad idea. I do not want you to be covered in mud. It is almost time for dinner."
"It is OK, Mom. I won't get too messy."
At this point my love and logic consequence kicked in. "If you get mud on those clothes, you will have to pay me for them. It will take $20 to replace your outfit."
At this point my husband walked up and added, "K, I'd listen to Mom if I were you. That is a lot of money that you will not have for other things you may want like toys or treats."
Then that little spitfire looked right at me and said, "I don't need toys and treats. I just need Jesus."
I was stunned.
I told her I appreciated her perspective, but that Jesus would prefer that she show her love for Him with a bit more kindness and obedience. I was quite sure Jesus would not advocate such sassiness.
Whew! Am I in trouble or what?
She did wind up getting mud on her clothes and I will be taking $20 from her as she earns it. I did not realize Amy Beth snapped this shot as I washing the mud off of her. When she e-mailed it to me I was left with a real visual of our sin nature.
We just want to dabble. It will be fine. We don't have any intentions of getting hurt or doing anything that will leave a permanent stain on our heart or our character. We toy with it...and before we know what happened we are covered and left with stains and a debt.
Then we are ashamed. We knew better. We were warned. We feel a bit foolish. Sometimes we even get mad about the consequences...even though we had been warned beforehand. We weren't really listening then. We thought it would be different for us.
Oh, praise the One who paid my debt and raised this life up from the dead. Jesus.