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Dawn Reed Times Columnist



Dawn Reed
Dawn Reed
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Many times children ask for things they shouldn’t. It seems that just after our second birthday, we begin to struggle for our own way. As little children, we want to walk without holding a grown up’s hand. As teenagers, we want to drive before we’re old enough and date before we’re smart enough. As adults, we want relationships, cars, jobs, and mortgages that aren’t in our best interest. Having everything we want isn’t always good for us. It’s all clear to me now that I’m older.


I vividly remember a time years ago when I wanted my own way.


Someone had brought my mother the most wonderful pair of wooden shoes from Holland during World War II. They were hand-painted with great care and detail. I loved them very much.


My greatest desire in all the world was to wear those treasured shoes to my first grade class at Belfry Grade School. The year was 1968.


I had begged my mother on a daily basis to wear her wooden clogs. Being a very wise woman, she told me no. She knew best.


I was devastated. It was so important in my little universe to be the very first one to wear wooden shoes to first grade. I asked again and again. “Oh, ple-e-e-ase.”


My sweet mother decided to let me make the decision. Of course, I would wear them the next day!


I was ready for school with great excitement, wearing a pretty dress and little white folded down socks. I slipped on the treasured clogs and nearly swooned. (If Cinderella hadn’t worn glass slippers, she would have surely worn wooden shoes.)


Off I went to catch the bus.


No doubt, my mother was watching out the window. She knew exactly what would happen.


The bus ride was fine. I was still so proud. Everyone would love them!


At school, my friends were all impressed. They had never seen anyone wear beautifully painted wooden shoes from Holland before. I twirled to show them off.


The thrill and excitement wore down as the day went on. My skin also wore down as the day went on. As shocking as it may sound, blisters began to form in large numbers all over my young and tender feet. (Wood and skin are not the best combination.) The trick was walking as if I weren’t in pain. Actually, the trick was walking.


I practically crawled from the school bus at the end of the day. It was crystal clear to my little mind — now — why no one else had ever worn wooden shoes to first grade.


I had been thrilled that my mother had allowed me to wear her precious treasures from Holland, but I learned two valuable lessons that day: having what I want is not always what is best for me and “clog” is a four-letter word.


I grew up and have had a zillion “clog” situations since then. Too many times I’ve wanted what wasn’t best for me. I’ve stamped my foot and tried to get my way. Though I still have my wise mother, I desperately rely on my Heavenly Father. He has no problem at all telling me no, or to wait. What’s awesome is that I know He has my best interest at heart. If He always let me have my way I’d get blisters or worse!


This is a good place to put one of my very favorite Bible verses: Trust in the LORD with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your paths-Proverbs 3:5-6.

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