Be sure your sin…

Today I walked out onto my back porch, it’s three stories off the ground which gives me a wonderful view into the trees which form a line on the other side of a three car parking space. I was enjoying the feel and fragrance of the fall air and something caught my eye, lying at the bottom of one of the trees was a long forgotten and very sad looking soccer ball.  It made me catch my breath as I imagined I could hear the sounds of the little boys that played in that back yard before it had concrete laid so that everyone would have a parking space, before drivers licenses were needed, a time when soccer and basket balls ruled the yard. I stood there and let my spirit see the boys running while the dog my little boy loved so much chased them and tried to grab the ball, which he did more than once causing major damage and the necessity of buying new balls to kick and throw. This time of year brings back so many memories of going with youth groups to parks and standing around an open fire roasting wieners and marshmallows. While I was feeling very sentimental my “little boy” called and wanted to know what kind of food I had that I could prepare for his lunch, I quickly came back to the present and the boy throwing the ball and running with his dog was on his way to my house from his office to get lunch.  We had good conversation while I cooked a steak then he ate and then went on about his business. The drama queen in me wanted to get back to my reminiscing so I sat down at my computer and began to go through pictures. What I didn’t realize was that my grandchildren had been playing with my computer since I got it, before I realized that I could actually make movies on this machine and there were several very interesting clips and one in particular that caught my attention. I will share the contents a little later just go with me here, remembering that when I was young my mother kept me terrorized to do anything covert with the threat “be sure your sin will find you out”! She didn’t share the story from the Bible, Number 32:23, I just saw a very angry God looking at every thing I did with the determination that if I transgressed even one of my mother’s rules I would be sentenced to hell and every one of my friends would know all about it! Mother’s wrath was far more fearful than the fear of a burning hell!

Back to the present, as I sat and decided to watch a few of the clips my grandson had made while clowning around and filming himself, the date stamp was 1-01-08. There was laughter as he was making fun of his sister and then suddenly I saw a close-up of his small red mouth as it said two very, very bad words! I was shocked but couldn’t stop myself from laughing out loud (don’t judge me)! I called out to his mother and told her I had something very interesting to show her. When she finally came to stand behind me to see what I wanted to show her I told her to go ahead and bring her husband as I was sure he would want to watch it with us! I played the X-rated video for them and they had the same reaction as I had, first shock and awe then laughing at the fact he didn’t even know this video of his dreadful deed even existed! Yes you guessed it we called him to come and see this neat video we had found! Of course he denied ever doing it, never mind we had video proof, of not remembering it and knowing he would have never done such a thing! His mother told him that if his Christian school principal ever saw it he would probably be kicked out of school and his life would be in ruins, never mind the deed took place seven years ago when he was eight, it was punishable right now! As his face drained of color I remembered all the dreadful times I had felt the same way, once for setting the dirty clothes basket on fire, another time for burning the end of my nose with the cigarette lighter in our car (curiosity folks, curiosity!), not to mention telling a group of preacher’s wives that my parents were not really married, or that my mother was in love with someone else… oh my I guess I was going for an X-rated novella way back then, and spilling the orange snow cone on my white ruffled dress. I had to laugh and tell him that none of that was true, no one would ever know, and if you don’t repeat this no one ever will! Just remember next time you want to do a dirty deed, someone is watching and “be sure your sin will find you out”!

About harolene

Thank you for stopping by for a visit! If you read my thoughts you will see that I am sometimes serious, at other times sappy or funny, occasionally I am sad and sentimental, but I am always sincere! I am a single mother who raised two children, born ten years apart and different sexes so first it was bows and dolls, pretty dresses and boys! When my son was born it was rough and tumble games, baseball, soccer, wrestling and girls! I am known for my "smile" and for my default answer to any situation, "no problem", which was something I didn't realize I did until it was pointed out to me! I am a moon watcher and a star gazer. I am astounded and feel so small knowing that every creature that has ever walked the face of this earth has gazed upon that same beautiful orb that my eyes can behold on any night when the earth is not wearing her cloak of clouds. My parents have made me the person that I am. Their love, veracity in all areas of life, humor and passion for their work and each other have given me hope that my life can actually be a happy one! Chances are if you are reading this you already know all this but again, I appreciate your stopping by! While you're here hit the "Like" button for me and thanks for checking in!
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