An old idiom states that we’re never too old to learn something new. This certainly proved true for me this summer. Read on for the story.
Every time I want to send a birthday card or a sympathy card or a get well card, I never can seem to find it in our home. There must be a card thief living here. So was the case this summer. I was in a hurry and needed to get a card off to a dear friend. I knew I had recently purchased just the perfect card for her, but where was it?
Having looked through all my key hiding places, the buffet in the dining room was my last resort. I said a little prayer and I found the card. Thank you, Lord.
During my hunt for that perfect card, I also came across a colorful card that I had received from my granddaughter. It originally had been a piece of artwork that she had created for a state art contest. It proved to be a winner and copies of it were made into note cards and distributed to family members.
Grandma Jane just doesn’t get it
Grandma Jane was the proud owner of one of her cards, but sadly I had a problem with it. Try as I might, I had never figured out why she had won the contest. To me, this art work was just a bunch of odd colorful shapes. It was pretty but what was so great about it? I just didn’t get it! Why couldn’t I see the beauty in her work? What had caught the judge’s eye?
She had won this contest in 2013 and now five years later, I still hadn’t figured it out. Frustration. Frustration. I was not only frustrated, but also a little miffed at myself. So, I placed her colorful card up on the wall in my kitchen as a reminder to ask her about it.
Grandmas are great pretenders
Five years ago, I had pretended that I saw the beauty in the card. Now, that she was older Grandma Jane didn’t need to pretend anymore or did I? Fortunately, luck was on my side this time.
Because later that same day, I sat down and looked across the room toward the card. I was going to study this thing one more time. And that’s all it took.
Voila! There it was in plain sight. Her artwork was of a comical puppy dog hidden amongst the colorful shapes. He had a purple tail, yellow bulging eyes, a red tongue, a red nose, pointed purple ears, a pink body, and orange legs. This puppy dog was definitely alive and kicking and immediately put a smile on my face.
She’s definitely a winner
And now I knew why she had won the contest. Without a doubt, I’m sure the art show judges experienced this same feeling that I had when they viewed her masterpiece. It made them happy and brought a smile to their face.
What did I learn?
Now, what did I learn from this experience? I learned that sometimes when we can’t figure something out, all we have to do is step back and view things from another perspective. Hm? That sounded like pretty good advice, which, if applied correctly, might help in a lot of other situations.
I hope all of you reflect on this little story and discuss it with your family and friends. And then when things get a mite touchy during this busy harvest season, please remember to step back, pause for a moment, and take a deep breath before saying anything that you might regret later. Take the time to step back and give the situation a second look.
Or another way of saying this comes to mind from a very wise fellow, my dearly departed father-in-law Ray Green. His sage words were that “there’s more harm in saying too much than too little.”