The Spilled Prayer Today, half an hour ago, on our way to Zachs OT (Occupational therapy), as soon as we zoomed out of the house, in the car, I reminded him, Zach, please lead the prayer. (We do our best to say a short prayer every time we go somewhere). Uh-oh, a spill! he declared instead. I then realized that the spill was from my coffee mug that I asked him to carry for me on our way to the car. Oh, Zach! Oh no, why did you leave my coffee mug on the floor? The cars rubber floor mat was practically soaked that I had to pull over lest the coffee splashes even more. Very disappointed, I looked for something to absorb the liquid, opened my trunk and searched for some paper towels. And as I started to wipe the mess, I kept asking Zach in an apparently annoyed and displeased voice, Zach, does this coffee mug contain liquids or solids? Liquids, Mom. he replies with a scared look. So, do we leave liquids on the floor? No. his eyes searching for possible hope in my angry face. So, why did you leave my coffee mug on the floor then? asked my rather immature self. Silence. And even then, I believe I pronounced my intention too many times. After the unexpected housekeeping that occurred, I went back to my seat and resumed my driving. Once more, I asked him, Zach, lets continue our prayer. (because I needed it more than anything.) He then said, Jesus, thank you for this beautiful day. Please bless me. So that I can become a better person and a better child. Amen. Now, after mulling over that innocent prayer, I almost wanted to scream at myself for giving in to unnecessary anger. How dare me yield to impatience over some spilled coffee? Yes, it was my vitamin for the morning. I live on coffee the whole morning. And the coffee that spilled could ruin the car. But where was my forbearance? What happened to me? The very prayer that my son said was in fact a prayer intended for me. I turned on my CD which was my favorite (St. Thereses canticle) and asked God to forgive me in the silence of my heart. I wanted to hug Zach and apologize but I knew that it would embarrass him so we both were quiet as we drove. Its true that children teach us what we could not each ourselves. Today manifested just that. I used to teach Zach for so many years until his recovery. Now, it seems God has turned the tides. He teaches me. With a humbled heart, I shall learn more. Want to learn more. From him. ~~TZV
Posted on: Thu, 14 Aug 2014 16:47:56 +0000
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