I’ve already told you about my oldest memory, well I think this is my second oldest one. I remembered playing on the living room floor with a small toy car or truck in that little house my grandma was renting … Continue reading
More memories from my early days at Gift school have resurfaced. I remember getting up in the mornings, getting ready for school, and getting on the bus in the winter while it was still dark. My first-grade teacher’s name was … Continue reading
If you’ve been following my blog or if you’ve read my book, you know I’m not one of those Christians who pretend they’ve never done anything wrong. We all have a past, and at some point, we have all said … Continue reading
Just over a year ago I wrote a post called “Stuck.” I talked about several times I was stuck when I was growing up. Today I want to tell you about a few other times I got stuck.
I don’t remember exactly how old I was when this first one happened, but I know I was between three and six years old. We were at our mom and dad’s house, and they had a wooden kitchen chair in the living room. I don’t think we had any chairs like that at home. I believe my grandmother’s kitchen chairs had metal frames with no rounds.
My sisters and I were playing on the floor and for some reason, I put my head under the bottom of the chair between the seat and the round. When I went to pull it out I was stuck. I couldn’t get free. I panicked and started yelling and screaming. My mom and dad ran to see what was wrong. I was young, but I remember even then feeling so stupid when they told me I had to turn my head sideways to get my it out. I didn’t remember turning my head sideways to get it in there, but sure enough, that’s all it took to get free. I can see my dad now just laughing his head off. It’s funny to me now, but it sure wasn’t then.
When I was about nine years old, I had a plastic toy car with big wheels, about as big around as a baseball. Of course, they were only about an inch wide. They had a metal axle made into the wheels which just snapped onto two plastic braces on the bottom of the car. I guess I was pretty rough with it because, as I played with the car outside the wheel and axle assembly kept coming off.
When writing about the crazy things I did when I was younger, I always say “for SOME reason” because I don’t know why, and I can’t even begin to imagine why I did most of the dumb things I did. Well for some reason, I put one of those wheels in my mouth. The next thing I knew, it was stuck.
The axle and other wheel were sticking straight out. I pulled and tugged on it, but I couldn’t get it out. It was stuck behind my top and bottom teeth. I was opening my mouth as wide as I could, but it wasn’t wide enough to get the wheel out. In fact, my mouth was opened wider than it had ever been before, and it hurt really bad. When I saw I wasn’t going to get it out, I panicked.
I was closer to my aunt’s house than ours so I ran screaming as loud as I could with a foreign object prying my mouth open. Finally, I found her, and once again, I felt so stupid when she just took hold of the wheel that was sticking out, tilted it upward, and pulled it right out. What an ordeal. I was so happy and thankful, and embarrassed. All I could do was hug her and cry. Wow! What a memory.
Another time, which I plan on writing about in more detail later, I went to my uncle’s house to stay for a few days. It was winter and there was snow on the ground. While I was there it got worse and I was stuck there for more than a week, but it was warm and I was safe. One day the sun came out and the snow started to melt. That afternoon I went with him to the store about a mile from his house.
It had gotten cloudy again and the melted snow was freezing again when we headed back to his house, which was at the top of a steep hill. We were almost to the top when the tires started spinning, and we were stuck. The good thing was the snow had melted quite a bit and most of it ran down the hill. It was only a few inches thick there close to the top. So, he kept spinning in one spot until the ice crumbled, and the tires touched the road, allowing it to gain a few feet. He did this several times until finally, the car was over the top of the hill. Soon, we were back to his house. After a few days of sunshine, the snow was gone, and I was able to go back home. Another wild adventure came to an end.
What a crazy childhood I had. What a bunch of dumb stuff I did, but God always provided for me and protected me. I’ve done many things in my life I shouldn’t have, and some have caused me pain, stress, and all kinds of other troubles, but God has always provided a way out. I’ve learned many lessons from my bad decisions, and hopefully, I won’t do those things again. Hopefully we all learn from our mistakes, but I think if we just trust God and stay in constant communication with him, he will tell us when we are about to do something we shouldn’t. That’s what Paul meant when he said, “Pray without ceasing.” (1 Thess. 5:17). We need to stay in constant contact with our creator, and we need to listen when he speaks to us, and we need to obey. Life will be better for us, and we will spend a lot less time being stuck in bad situations.
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