The hands on the clock continued to move forward as the appointments I had took longer than I expected. By 12:15 I found myself at my friend’s house grabbing a quick bite to eat instead of at the mall checking things off my to-do list. While eating lunch I realized that I had forgotten to send my son Aaron to school with a note that said I would not be picking him up but that he would be going home with a friend. Pre-K pick up is at 12:30 so I had to make a decision quickly.
I could: (A) call the school (B) email his teacher in hopes she would read it on time (C) hope that the teacher remembered that on Wednesdays we rotate pick-ups and play dates (D) be there at dismissal, give Aaron a big hug, take his lunchbox and send him on his way to fun.
I chose D.
When the teacher lead the student outside I expected a great big running hug from my son. Instead I was met with tears. Typically Wednesday is Aaron's favorite day of the week, he gets to play with his best buddies - all at the same time. Something did not go well at school and we wanted to go home with me, not them. He clung to my leg as his friends rallied around him and begged him to come and play .
Slowly, I felt the hope of actually shopping early for my husband’s birthday present fade away.
It was clear that Aaron needed some mommy time. I decided to put my plans on hold and take him home. He wanted to snuggle on the couch and watch The Lion King, so we did.
Hear's the story…it’s about a young lion cub named Simba who is meant to follow in his father Mufasa’s footsteps and one day be king. Amidst the chaos of rescuing Simba from a wildebeest stampede Mufasa is killed by his jealous brother Scar. Simba, believing that he was the one who caused his father’s death, flees the Pride Lands and is presumed dead by all. Evil Scar rules the lands and ruins everything that was good and beautiful in the land.
Nala, a childhood friend of Simba’s, discovers he has been alive living in the jungle all along and with the help of Rafiki tries to persuade him to come home. Simba is not easily convinced until the wise baboon tells Simba that his father is still alive. Following Rafiki through the jungle, He eagerly anticipates to being reunited with his father. He is told to look over the edge on the rock on which they are standing and into a body of water. At first glance he sees his father and is filled with joy. It quickly fades to disappointment when he realizes it’s only his own reflection. Despite feeling duped he listens as Rafiki explains that his father’s spirit lives on in him and he has in himself all he needs to fulfill his destiny.
While my son was amazed viewing this wonderful coming of age story, I was astounded by something God apparently wanted me to see.
This scene brought a few scriptures came to mind.
>>1 John 4:4 says You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.
Christ is in me! - So I started to wonder, when I look in the mirror what do I see?
All too often I see just me, my natural abilities, my inadequacies and deficiencies. Just as Simba was encouraged to take another look to see his father in him, I need to take another look and see the greater one in me, Christ! With Christ living in me, with his ability on my ability, with his wisdom and guidance I have everything I need to fulfill the plans he has for me. God will be glorified not by what I bring to the table but by what he can do through me.
In Hebrews 13:21 it says God will “equip you with everything good for doing his will, and may he work in us what is pleasing to him, through Jesus Christ, to whom be glory forever and ever.” How encouraging!
So when I don’t think I have what it takes to be a good mom, wife, homemaker, writer, or designer I can draw strength from the one who is in me. He has a plan and purpose for my life (Jeremiah 29:11).
Have you ever taken a quick look in your foyer or car mirror before you go somewhere? Checked you hair or makeup one last time before going to that meeting or getting together with a friend? We should do the same thing. I need to remember to stop take a quick peek at “my mirror” before I start my day, pick the kids up from school, visit family or any time I need some encouragement.
The movie has a happy ending when Simba returns to his home and takes his rightful place in what was his father’s kingdom. He is strengthened when he learns the truth about his father’s death. As a result he is able to defeat Scar.
My story can end well too when I truly understand who is on the inside of me.
That’s what I call sweet.