Caught
Two wrongs in my life still surface when I think about hidden sins. One was at five years old when I stole a tootsie roll from the check out line at the Mick or Mack grocery store. My mother saw me eating it in the car and marched me back in the store and made me pay for it. I never stole again.
The other makes me sick to my stomach still. At seventeen my doubles partner and I were allowed to drive to an out of town tennis tournament. My sister, who is 7 years older than me, had gotten married a few years prior and when she got her driver's license with her new name, she left her old one at home. I used that driver's license to buy a bottle of Ripple wine. I don't think my girlfriend and I drank much, but the rest of my summer was ruined for fear my parents would find out. I think I checked the mail as many days as I could that summer worrying a notice would come in the mail.
My husband was chuckling about me being a rule keeper the other day. Obviously, not as a teenager. He would add... "and not when it comes to grandchildren."
Oh darn, another one just came to mind involving a 12 year old boy and a bottle of champagne! I was thirteen and attending my brother's wedding in South Carolina.
Hmm. Is the drinking age 13 in South Carolina?
Sin is a joy robber for sure!
The Passion translation stated Proverbs 5:21-23 in these words:
For God sees everything you do and his eyes are wide open as he observes every single habit you have. Beware that you sins don't overtake you and that the scars of your own conscience don't become the ropes that tie you up.
The Song
“We All Need Jesus” Danny Gokey
