Course Correction

When I was in high school, I begged my mom if I could go with some of my friends to the Momence (Illinois) Gladiola Festival. She reluctantly agreed to let me go if I was home by 8:00pm. I was thrilled. My friends and I had a great time hanging out, but when it was time for me to leave they were not ready to. I panicked knowing that I was going to be in trouble if I wasn’t home when I said I would be.

I had an inner struggle of not wanting to be responsible and tell my friends it was time to go, while also not wanting to make my mom mad. So to please both parties, I called up my mom and told her a big, fat lie. Now, please don’t get me wrong, this lie is not anything that I am proud of. I am actually ashamed of it. When I got home that evening, I was surprised because my parents asked me a few questions, and as I answered their questions, I found that I continued to lie more and more. The more lies I told, the smaller I felt as a person, but in the end they bought it.

When they bought my lies, I got prideful. I remember bragging to my sister and telling her what really had happened. I thought she would be proud of me, like I was proud of me for getting away with it.

The next morning, my sister came to me and told me that I had until the end of the day to tell my parents the truth and if I didn’t then she would. I remember thinking, “Is she serious?” And, she was!

My proud attitude had gotten the best of me. As the day went on, I was saddened by my actions and proud attitude. I couldn’t believe how many lies I had told them. After dinner, I went to my room and started writing my parents a letter, revealing what really had happened the night before. My parents heard me crying in my room, and came to see what was wrong. Through my tears, I told them the truth and asked for their forgiveness.

While my parents were not happy with me and I received a good punishment, they also encouraged me to apologize to God. I had not only lied to them, but I had sinned and needed to ask Him for forgiveness. After praying, I also realized that I also needed to thank my sister for holding me accountable in this situation. 

As I watch my girls grow and see their sinful nature come out in different situations, I remember back to my parents telling me how I must not only ask forgiveness from those that I wronged, but also to ask God for forgiveness. Then we get to experience His amazing grace and never-ending love. What a great ending to every story!

“Because of the Lord’s great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.”
– Lamentations 3:22-23