Practice gets messy.

I'm a mess.Emerald is slowly learning to feed herself, and it’s not a pretty picture. One favorite menu is peanut butter on rice cakes with a banana chaser, a combo that evolves into a goo she then uses to finger-paint a nearby window.

It’s interesting that after she’s been eating for a while, suddenly she’ll hold out her hand and make the sound of distress: “Ooo, ooo, ooo!” which translates, “Oh no! I’m messy! Wipe me off!” How she can be elbow-deep in sticky PB and slimy banana for 20 minutes before noticing is a mystery.

Wipe me...Learning something new can be sticky/slimy/gooey for all of us. For sure it’s messy as we struggle to gain expertise in an area we know nothing about. Tradition says practice makes perfect, but equally true is that practice gets messy.

For example, let’s take Nelson Mandela. After his death last Thursday, the general public heard a running narrative of his many accomplishments, but it was two personal statements he made himself that impressed me most.

 

The first dealt with the men who sentenced him to a life in prison (which lasted 27 years). Mandela said he had forgiven them completely, an impressive achievement in my book.

The second was spoken in reference to his parenting. He said that being the president of a country was a good thing, but that being a father was far more important. Only a president could say such a thing with authority.

Both of these things, forgiveness and fathering (or mothering), take oodles of practice before we get them right. In the process of learning how, we might make some impressive messes and much like Emerald, not even realize it until we’re up to our elbows.

Nelson MandelaIn Mandela’s case, he never regretted forgiving his accusers, insisting there was no benefit to revenge. Somehow he learned that difficult lesson through the pain of imprisonment. He did, however, have regrets about the fathering of his 6 children, much of it done “through a glass” in the prison visiting room.

Later he pondered aloud whether it was right or wrong to forfeit time with his own family (staying in prison longer than was required) in a commitment to help the families of others. It was a sticky issue indeed.

What’s true for all of us is that life’s most important ventures usually include a steep learning curve. Thankfully God is ready with valuable tutoring for the asking, and Scripture promises he’ll instruct us. This doesn’t mean he’ll show us how to crochet an afghan or change a tire, but he’ll definitely instruct us in all things godly, such as how to forgive, or how to parent.

Maybe someday...And if we don’t let messy failures get the best of us, we’ll make steady progress…. just like Emerald will one day know how to eat without needing a full bath afterwards.

“I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you with my loving eye on you.” (Psalm 32:8-9)

Too cold!

An early ThanksgivingThanksgiving is “my” holiday, the one where everybody comes to our house. It began back in 1969 when Nate and I got married on Thanksgiving weekend, and friends of our parents put on a lavish spread the day before our rehearsal dinner.

In November of 1970 (when Nate was still in law school) we decided to host Thanksgiving in our small apartment far from home, and were thrilled when extended family agreed to make the drive.

Forty Thanksgivings later, I’ve learned that the hardest part about the meal is making sure the turkey is thawed in time. (I’ve also learned that if it isn’t, the giblet bag inside will go through the baking process without a problem, though it isn’t nearly as tasty as stuffing.)

Some Thanksgivings we’ve had over 40 guests, but this year it will be only 19. Many are bringing food contributions to the meal, and Louisa and Birgitta (currently living with me) are wonderful co-workers. We’ve also got a first-time helper working with us: 13 month old Emerald.

Fooling with frozen turkeyAfter coming home from the grocery store Monday, I deposited 18 bags of food on the kitchen counter and sat her in the middle of them to assist with unloading. A 24 pound bird and several extra turkey breasts were part of the haul, so I put them on the counter to begin thawing.

Emerald was fascinated with the netted bags, plucking at the smaller breasts and laughing as they spun around on the counter.

Too coldEventually she began patting them saying, “Hot… Hot…” (not yet knowing the word “cold”) when all of a sudden she started crying. Since she was still patting the frozen meat, it didn’t take long to figure out her tender hands were hurting from the cold. Though we quickly moved to a warmer project, it was interesting that she hadn’t known enough to stop her patting. She needed me to do it for her.

How many times have I needed God to do something like that for me? It’s happened when I’ve jumped into a project without adequate knowledge or preparation, rushing ahead to do things my way without asking God what he preferred. Or it was that I hadn’t had any experience but thought I could accomplish a task just as well as someone who had. I’ve been burned badly in both situations and needed God to terminate the projects.

Scripture tells us there is safety in the presence of wise counselors, and of course the ultimate adviser is God himself. We ought never to tackle something big without first getting thorough instructions from our superiors. That might mean going all the way to THE superior One to get our marching orders directly from him.

In the mean time, all of us learn pretty well from experience, sometimes painfully so. Just ask Emerald.

“Where there is no counsel, the people fall; but in the multitude of counselors there is safety.” (Proverbs 11:14)

Exactly Right

Once in a while Emerald comes upstairs to my room for a bit of play time, so I cleared out a bottom drawer and loaded it with toys she gets to play with only when she’s “visiting” me.

A drawer for EmeraldAlthough she loves the dozen or so items in the drawer, it isn’t long before she’s looking up at whatever I’m doing (with the hair dryer, a pen and paper, the computer), wanting to play with those instead. I could let her have her way, but I don’t, since she’d probably ruin those things.

When I tell her “no”, she gets frustrated and sometimes objects loudly. Of course she doesn’t understand, but I’m confident my reasoning is better than hers. So I try to re-interest her in “her” drawer, hoping she’ll be satisfied with toys appropriate to her age and abilities.

Maybe it’s oversimplification, but I think God hopes for something similar in his dealings with us. Though he showers daily blessings on all of us, they’re not the same for everyone. When I first set up Emerald’s drawer, I put some thought into which items I would include and chose only what I knew she’d love: books, stuffed animals, keys, costume jewelry.

The Lord knows (much better than we do) what will satisfy us. He chooses flawlessly and gives these gifts to us, then waits for a response of gratitude. But often we turn from those things and want what we can’t have, things he knows we aren’t capable of handling well. And it isn’t just material things.

We get frustrated when we can’t have certain talents or physical characteristics or opportunities. We see others who’ve been given these things and judge them to have better blessings than we do. Worse than that, we get upset if we can’t control our lives, our futures, in a way that belongs only to God. Then when we express annoyance with what he’s “put in our drawer,” we become a disappointment to him.

The perfect choicesAs Emerald plays downstairs with other toys, I watch her to see if something new or different might be a nice addition to her upstairs drawer, because it’s satisfying to see her play happily with the toys I’ve put in there. And maybe God finds the same deep satisfaction if he sees us enjoying the specific blessings he’s chosen for us. But if we’re always wanting something more or something different, we become a disappoint to him.

Although 13 month old Emerald has no understanding of disappointing me, I’m old enough to know better than to be greedy for more, or ungrateful for what I’ve already been given. And a good place to start breaking myself of such childish behavior is to thank him liberally for everything that he’s already put “into my drawer.”

“Let each person lead the life that the Lord has assigned to him, and to which God has called him.” (1 Corinthians 7:17)