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A couple of years ago I sustained some injuries to my hands. And I have no one else to blame but me.
You see, I make a living with my fingers, typing the day away creating corporate communications – a magazine, an electronic newsletter, a blog and other written material.
I value my digits – all of them. “I need to protect them.”
To relieve stress, I love to work around the home. I recently tackled a stone project. When my hired help didn’t show on the first day, I figured I would save the money and do the work myself. “How hard can it be?”
I mixed the bags of Quikrete with water poured from an old tin can in a wide plastic tub I had. Soon, I began placing the stones, one at a time, scooping wet mortar on the backs of the rocks so they would stick to the backing. “Easy.”
The mortar was kind of like mud, so I got to relive my inner boy, playing with dirt again. It was soft and pliable. The rocks were smooth. After an hour or so, I noticed how parched my hands began to look – puckered up like I had been in the bath too long. So I slid gloves on and continued work. “It will be okay.”
For two weeks the agony of the sensitive tips reminded me of my stupidity. I banged, poked and irritated them at every juncture as I tried to live a normal life.
While recovering, I (finally) decided to read the instructions on the side of the bag.
That explains a lot. “If only I would have read them,” I wistfully thought as I look down at my fingers wrapped in gauze and bandages. A little research on the would have echoed the warnings. There is even a YouTube video.
For days, I was reminded that not only I didn’t follow the directions, but I didn’t even bother to read them. And I paid dearly.
This is a pattern in my life. I didn’t always follow the instructions to “not exasperate my children,” “to love my wife as Christ loved the church,” to be “patient with others”, or to “cling to the truth.” And I paid the price.
Not only didn’t I follow the instructions, I didn’t even seek them out.
Stubborn. Prideful. Full of my own self-knowledge, I have been burned and felt the pain of disobedience…
“Read the Directions” When will I ever learn?