This morning in strolling through Proverbs, I saw so many juicy fruits that were just right for the picking...
I sampled the fruit from Proverbs three
And chose the select fruit that tasted best to me.
And from that fruit, this poem was born
When I was a little girl, I was
One of the best liars that could be
Yes, Y'all, I could lie with the best of them
While keeping a straight face
And adding in the necessary details
So that my lie could be embraced.
Now, don't get me wrong, I did not choose
To be a liar because I liked it so
I chose to lie to keep from getting my
Momma's switch put to my backside
Don't you know?
But, my Momma, as sharp as she was
Would always find me out
She knew how to get around my lies
About that, there was no doubt!
After the lying was over, my backside was sore
And my eyes ran with tears
Momma would always hug me and say
"If you had told Momma the truth
I wouldn't have had to whip you this way."
I thought to myself, "Okay, that means that
If I do something bad again
Momma won't whip me because she said
All I had to do was tell her the truth."
And armed with that logic in my head
I was determined to do, within limits, pretty much
What I wanted, because I remembered those
Glorious words that Momma had said.
So, one day my favorite cousin asked me to
Walk down the street to the grocery store
To get some things that her mother wanted
When we got to the store, we looked at
All of the penny candies displayed
In little boxes on the store shelf
And having the perverse mind of a youth
Since we didn't have a nickel to buy
What we wanted, we decided to help ourselves.
Now, mind you, my cousin was the one
Who came up with the idea and
Stole the first piece and stole another piece
With me looking on, and though we
Usually shared everything, she would
Not share her candy with me
But, told me that I had to get my own.
She showed me how to watch until the
Clerk's back was turned,
And with that, my first piece of
Stolen candy was earned
-The most pieces I took was two or three
But, while I was waiting outside
My cousin took about twenty!
-The cashier fussed at us and said
That she knew how many banana kits
And Coconut Longboys she had had-
We paid the bill and made our way toward home
And we thought nothing about the stern look
The delivery boy gave us on his way to deliver
The groceries that my aunt had ordered
But I did wonder why he, who liked to
Stall for time, instead of riding along and
Talking to us, the shortcut across the field, he took.
And wouldn't you know it, that happened to be the day
Of my Momma's regular off day, and as we crossed
The yard, I saw that she was standing in the door
With her hands on her hips and asked me
What I had to say.
I gulped and looked at my cousin
Who was eyeing her Momma holding the ironing cord
And before I could put on my innocent act
And ask Momma what she was talking about
My cousin opened her mouth, and her version of things came out.
She told my Momma and hers, too
That I had been the one to come
Up with the idea of taking the candy
And that she, unlike me, only took one piece at a time.
I was so astounded to be lied on
That I never thought about spinning a lie
To top the one that she told
I just opened my mouth and while mumbling
Let the truth unfold
Because I knew that since I told her the truth
The most that she'd do to me was to scold
Ha, ha, ha, I betcha I never took
Anything else that was not mine
Being a child to which pain was intolerable
I learned to be good and never to do a particular thing again.
But, I do remember that Momma apologized
For having to whip me, and asked me not to be sad
And I replied, "Well, the only reason I told you
The truth is that you said that if I did
Something, just to tell you the truth, (sniff, sniff)
And I'm not ever going to tell the truth again
And get myself in trouble!" I remember that she
Looked at me with a sad, wistful, little smile
Then, she wiped it off and told me that
Jesus did not like liars.
Well, I had wanted to make Momma feel a little sorry
For whipping me, but I did not feel like a winner
At all; I kept thinking over and over about the magicalJesus
Who was so powerful and did not like me because I
Was so good at lying
I was so upset that all I did was pick over my dinner.
And the next Sunday we had a Sunday School
Lesson that talked about how all liars would
Have their part in the lake of fire
And I determined then and there, to
No more, be called a liar
And I also determined within myself, as well
That GOD was all-powerful and that
HE was always looking, and that is why
You will hear me say even today
GOD sees; HE knows, and HE cares.
When we bring a child into this world, some of us do not fully comprehend the seriousness of our lifelong task of being a mother. As I have said many times before, we train a soul for or against the LORD GOD. And this pandemic has given us more time with our children- So let's use it wisely.
Yes, lessons I learned as a child still stick with me today. My Momma taught me that GOD sees, knows, and cares, but life sealed this knowledge inside of me! And say what they will, nobody can call me a liar and be telling the truth. The preacher's daughter walks with "the daughter of the preacher's daughter," still.
And always remember how blessed we are as long as GOD looks upon us with favor. (Proverbs 3:4) And HE will, if we keep Proverbs 3:3-4 in our hearts and let those words govern our lives. Be safe.
Note: Oh, and the candy we stole? I had to walk back down to the store by myself and tell the woman what we had done and pay her a quarter and apologize. Oh, my cousin, she did not have to go back and apologize. But, I remember that the lady thanked me and told me she admired me for having the courage to do the right thing. I told her that I had to because that was what my Momma said.
Walking by faith,
Alma L. Stepping On Carr-Jones