A few weeks prior to my husband’s death I asked him for forgiveness for anything that I had done that had caused him pain or concern. He answered back “We both made mistakes.”
It was humbling…oh yes, I could think of a few major arguments but “Mistakes”…I didn’t want to acknowledge that I had made mistakes. Oh, self-righteousness had reared its ugly head.
I was checking one of my blogs the other day and realized I had definitely made a mistake in one of them. I had left out a word.
Regardless of how much editing I do to my articles there are times I make a “mistake”.
It happened several times when I was a Church Secretary, (in the dark ages when we used a Gestetner to roll off the church bulletins.) It was really embarrassing to sit there as one of the congregation on Sunday morning and know that 300 copies of my error were in the hands of my friends.
I have the deepest respect for Church Secretaries…it is at times a humbling kind of job.
Many of the errors of my life, take place in the Kitchen. I am a natural multi-task kind of person. If I can’t have at least three things on the go at the same time, I feel I have not used my time wisely. That is not the right attitude in the kitchen and burned toast, burned cookies and strange tasting cakes contribute to my repertoire. I once ate a cookie at a social whose cook had inadvertently used salt instead of sugar in the recipe. I haven’t done that yet, but she had my sympathy.
I am so glad God is not keeping track of my mistakes…cooking or otherwise. The beauty of our faith is being able to say “sorry” and ask for forgiveness.
So, each day I back out of the garage with a prayer on my lips…”keep me and others on the road safe, please Lord.” And during the rest of the day I know if there are mistakes made he will forgive me, help me find solutions and be my guide whatever befall.
