She made this great wreath for our front door that was cost effective and had interchangable flowers on it that she could change with the season. I broke the wreath.
Today as I was leaving to go to a meeting, I closed the door with some force (Steph says I’m a brute) and the wreath fell off its hook and fell to the ground. It immediately broke into three pieces. Not good.
To be honest, my first thought was to blame it on someone or something else. I didn’t want to disappoint her, nor did I want to give further evidence to the accusation that I’m a brute.
I know better than to lie. I know that lies only lead to more lies. I know that lying hurts those you lie to. On top of all of that, I have a super-sensitive conscience, and I just can’t stomach the guilt I feel when I lie.
I’m aware that I’m not supposed to lie, and that the Bible teaches against it. I really wanted to lie. For a moment, I wanted to take the perceived ‘easy’ road and blame. Fortunately, God’s grace prevailed, and I decided to confess to Steph and tell the truth.
She was gracious, especially when I told her I’d pay for supplies for another one. The moral of this story: You may feel like lying. Don’t. It’s not worth it. Confess, apologize, and if you can make it right.
RIP Pretty Wreath