Earlier this summer we spent some time with Andy’s aunt and uncle, who graciously let us stay overnight while we were on our way back home from the farm in Idaho. We had a wonderful visit catching up. His aunt casually mentioned a rule they have in their home: “We don’t mail Sippy cups.” It was a gentle reminder to make sure not to leave anything behind when we left.
Well, lo and behold, a few days later, she contacted me to let me know that she had found a shirt we had forgotten. She was planning on mailing it even though I insisted she keep to her rule, and NOT mail the proverbial “Sippy cup.”
She assured me that a shirt is not a Sippy cup, and she dropped it in the mail.
Immediately, in my mind I formed the line-up of *cough* males in our family that might have owned the article of forgotten clothing, because, let’s face it, 99% of the time it’s one of them. But then, I thought of Jesus’ disciples, who upon being informed one of them would betray Him, asked, “Lord, is it I?” Instead of immediately placing blame on someone else, they thought first of their own weakness and imperfections. I was humbled and repentant. I spent the next week or so wondering if it could have been me! I could have left a shirt behind!
When the package finally arrived, with this lovely homemade card, I was relieved to discover it wasn’t my shirt. I’m thankful for the effort and expense Andy’s aunt went through to get it back to it’s rightful owner. And I’m thankful for the reminder that we should always refrain from judgment and jumping to conclusions. None of us is perfect. Some of us forget things wherever we go. Just not me.