Last week I dared to serve a new recipe. For the last 20 months that is a bit of a rarity because of food pickiness issues but I’ve grown tired of the same old entrees lately.
I figured this one was safe – chicken pot pie w/ cheesy biscuit topping (from “Family Feasts for $75 a Week” by Mary Ostyn). The components were liked by all.
Though it got a little more brown on top then I would prefer, the initial reactions seemed okay.
Then, just a few minutes into dinner Beza got up to get a tissue and when she got back to the table it was obvious she was crying and upset. Yet she didn’t make any comments about the food or have the usual disgusted look on her face.
We chose to ignore the quiet tears, although the other kids then noticed but respected her “I don’t want to talk about it”.
Instead I turned to laughter and began to joke with the kids about something (I can’t even begin to explain it) that soon had EVERYONE in fits of laughter, including Beza.
Later Beza asked if she could talk to me after dinner.
After the table was cleared and the rest of the kids had dispersed, Beza broke down again because she had “done something wrong.”
Through tears she told me that when she first started school here (Jan ’09) she was afraid she wouldn’t have any friends. So when one of the kids asked her if she had any pets in Ethiopia she told them she had a monkey “because her dog kind of acted like a monkey”.
Apparently it had come up again yesterday and she felt totally convicted of her sin. She knew without my prompting what she needed to do – tell her friends the truth and ask forgiveness. But she was so afraid they would be mad at her.
We practiced how she might apologize and I assured her that I was pretty confident her friends would forgive and not hold a grudge. We agreed that maybe she could start with her BF Lizzy and I agreed to come with her this morning while she did.
As predicted Lizzy was quick to forgive and forget.
And this mom? I’m incredibly proud of my 9 year old daughter listening to the conviction of the Holy Spirit and being brave enough to confess her lie to me and her friends.