THE LORD'S PRAYER: Releasing the Records Matthew 6:12
Have you ever tried to think back and figure out what your earliest memory is? Not one that you've seen in pictures or stories that you've heard, but genuinely the thing from your past that's the very first thing that you can remember. For me, I was five years old. It was my birthday and I had been given a Big Wheel for my birthday. Huge wheel in the front, two mini wheels on the back ---- I was in love! I begged my parents to let me take it on an inaugural spin around the block. I was ready for my birthday party; I was dressed in a red-and-white shirt that had horizontal stripes on it. I had red shorts on and on the left pocket was a little green alligator. I begged my parents mercilessly; I now know where my seven-year-old gets it from. They finally gave in. I took my red and yellow Big Wheel on a spin around the block. I went tearing out of the driveway, made a left hand turn, made another left hand turn, another left, another left and I was about to make my final left hand turn on the final stretch and I'm not exactly sure what happened. Other than the little wheel on the back got caught in the groove that attached the curb to the sidewalk. The next thing I knew, I was lying on my face, in the gutter, covered in mud. I can remember getting back on my Big Wheel and making that final left hand turn and heading home. I pulled up the driveway and put the Big Wheel off to the side and stood there, not exactly sure what was going to greet me when I knocked on the door. It was the first time in my life that I can remember feeling shame. It was the first time in my life I can remember failing. The first time in my life where, regardless of anybody else's standard for me, I didn't live up to my standard for myself. Can you remember the first time you felt that way?
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