by John Telgren
I have a scar on my lip that forever reminds me to look where I am going. As a preschooler, I was always getting injured as a child because I was bumping my head or running into something. My head was nothing but a great big knot.
My mother used to always have Korean friends over. They would get together, converse in Korean, then prepare and eat exotic food. Of course, I usually got the standard peanut butter and jelly sandwich.
Occasionally I would ask Mom for some of what she was eating, especially that red stuff in the jar. She would tell me "no" about the red stuff. She would let me eat the noodles, kim-pop, mandoo, spinach, and some of the others things they might occasionally have. But I never got the red stuff in the jar.
One day I just threw a fit and demanded she let me have that red stuff, and finally she let me have it. Boy, did she let me have it!
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't see. Smoke billowed out of my nostrils. Steam whooshed from my ears. I was in pain! I began to throw a different kind of fit. The next thing I remember I was standing on the front porch with a broken storm door behind me. Yes, I ran outside without opening the door. The glass cut my face and I was bleeding everywhere.
Mom came over as they tried to stop the bleeding. She tells me that she was horrified once they got the bleeding to stop. My top lip was cut clean through. Even though my mouth was closed, she could still see my teeth. Fortunately, the doctors at the hospital were able to stitch me back together again.
I learned two lessons that day. First of all, if your Mom says you shouldn't have it, it is probably a good idea to listen. Second, I learned to look where I am going. If you're not focusing on where you are going, there will be an accident.
No matter what is going on around us, or what has happened behind us, we must never let it take our eyes off our Lord. He is the center of our life. If we are not centered on him, we may have to learn a painful lesson to keep looking where we are supposed to be going.