My dad's paint cans sat in our garage when we were kids. There was something about them that called my name. They were filled with the paint colors that decorated our home, and they were sealed up tight... until I came along.
My favorite thing to do was take one of those paint store sticks, and begin to mix some of the colors... it made such interesting designs and new color combinations. To make it all much worse, when I ran off to play, I left the lids off and the paint brushes I had done my art work with, sitting beside the cans, so the paint got hard and dry on the brushes, and the paint in the cans was now a rainbow of colors, and drying quickly.
Later... my dad came into the garage, after I was long gone, and he knew I had done it again. He was not happy... times 10!
From my much older and hopefully wiser viewpoint, I have to wonder what I was thinking. That, of course, is the problem... I wasn't.
Years later, we all laughed at those 'paint' stories. I grew up and started my own shelves of paint cans in the garage, neat as a pin with the lids shut tight!
The moral of the story...
Don't get into your dad's paint cans without cleaning up your brushes and sealing the lids.
or...
Don't take the lid off of what is calling your name when you know good and well that trouble is sure to follow.
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Your poor longsuffering papa!
All of my biggest mistakes happened because I just wasn't thinking.
What a happy memory:)
Is "temptation" another term that fits?
GOOD LIFE LESSON, for sure! But most of the time, we children need to leave a lid or two off to understand what we did wrong! Thank GOD He is an understanding father! Anita
haha love this..soo true. So many of life's problems start this way!
Enjoyed this, and it's such good advice!
You are so clever Sonja! You turned a simple story from your childhood in to a lesson for us all. I love that. That's another reason why I continue to follow your bits and pieces. Of course, whatever you write about I would read but I have to say that I love these.
Love you,
Debbie
What a clever way to teach a lesson...now I will never look at my paints the same way! You lady are talented!
I enjoyed this story and was delighted with the little life lesson that you included...advice I need to heed more often
A cute story from your childhood, Sonja - but a great lesson, too. Yup, I've opened up a few of those *paint cans* of trouble in my life - and I've made a mess of things, too. Did you know, though, that the Holy Spirit is a master at clean-up? I know because He has done some post-paint-mopping-up for me.
GOD BLESS!
HAHAHAHAHAHA!! I'm sorry, but the moral at the end made me smile. That's a good thing because your previous post made me weepy.
I'm just swinging on the pendulum this morning in catching up here.
I do feel sorry for your poor dad with such a mischievous daughter to contend with. My dad had one too.
You are so talented when it comes to taking ordinary happenings and making them into important life advice. I really like the paint can picture and am still smiling because the same thing took place in my dad's garage. Some lessons I am continuing to learn.
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