This morning at church our sweet Madi said to me: “Look, I’m using a stylus just like you.” Most of the time I do use a stylus for my Kindle, because I have fat fingers and it’s easier to type with a stylus than with my fat fingers. It also keeps my screen clean to use a stylus than my fingers that I just ate a donut with or held my cup or any other such.
However, the more I thought about what she said, the more I was nervous. I began to feel convicted and self-conscious. I spend a LOT of time with other people’s children. What else have they done “just like me?”
Have they ever said something that was hurtful – because I did?
Have they ever hurt someone’s feelings – because I did?
Have they ever said a word that is ugly – because I did? (I’m working on not saying “yeah” or “stupid” or “hate” anymore.)
Some of my church babies have great parents who have my back and will fill in when I mess up – but some of them don’t.
I was reminded today what a huge responsibility I have been given – and what precious resources I’ve been entrusted with. Dear God, please help me show them less of me and more of YOU every day!
And all because of a stylus. . .
