A Sticky Situation

Recently, Dalton and Ivy (my youngest children) and I went to Panera Bread to eat. As a special treat, the kids picked out a freshly baked pastry to complete their meal. I watched with a smile as Ivy wrapped her lips around the sugary-coated cinnamon roll, licking her fingers after every bite. This scene took me back to 15 years earlier, when Ty (my oldest) and I shared a similar treat.

Ty was about 2 years old.

We had taken a day trip over to the mall in Gainesville, FL. As we were making our way to the parking lot, we passed a Cinnabon store. Ty, cute as could be, begged me to buy him a hot cinnamon roll to which I obliged.

I asked the clerk to pack our treat to go and we headed to the car. After buckling Ty into his car seat we began making our way back home, a 45 minute drive. As I drove, I opened up the box and tore off the outside of the roll and gave it to Ty. He was so happy as he chomped down on the delicious treat. I, too, was quite content as I bit into the center of the bun––you know, the most gooey and sweet portion. I think I must have moaned.

It was that good!

Ty, finished with his roll, asked for some more. Once again, I gave him part of the outside edge.

“He’ll never know the difference,” I thought, keeping the center portion for myself.

And he didn’t. He gratefully accepted the second piece and began happily munching away.

As I continued eating my coveted center portion, a sickening feeling began to churn within me. “You kept the best part for yourself,” a voice called out to me.

“He’s only two,” I silently argued back. “What does he know about a cinnamon roll? Ty doesn’t care if he has the outside or inside of this roll. Look how happy he is.”

And I was right. Ty, although a shiny, sticky mess, was all smiles. But I knew that wasn’t the point.

The truth was I had kept the best for myself.

I had purposely torn apart that hot roll and given my son, I guess you could say, ‘the short end of the bun.’

Was it a really that big a deal? To most, most likely not. But I believe it was a big deal to God. And that made it a big deal to me.

I apologized to Ty, not that he really comprehended what I was talking about. Then, I confessed my dirty deed to my husband, Tim. We had a good laugh, but more importantly, I received a valuable lesson of how important integrity is to the Lord. Even in the little things

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