by Victoria Dillen
Missy can you hear me?”
softly to my bedroom door, straining to hear what my big
brother, Jamie, was whispering. He was playing a dangerous game.
Mom was asleep on the couch, and he was peering out of his
bedroom door. The couch faced away from his bedroom, leaving an
aisle to get to his room, which he shared with our oldest
supposed to be napping, but obviously, Mom was more tired than
here,” Jamie whispered, beckoning.
wide, I shook my head, but at his persistence, I stepped
carefully forward, sliding along the wall. Jamie watching me,
whispered frantically, “Not there, it squeaks.”
I adjusted my position, knowing stealth was of the utmost
importance. One wrong step and it would be like waking a bear in
its own cave. I peered anxiously at Mom, but was satisfied she
was still asleep. I finally made it and Jamie pulled me inside.
“What do you
we could color and decorate the walls.”
hesitated. “I don’t know. Maybe we should ask Mommy again and
Yes, she told me. Look, I have the crayons. You can color on the
big wall, and I’ll color on the small one by the window. It’ll
It did sound
like it would be fun, and who was I to argue with Jamie. After
all, he was four and I was only three.
I draw?” I whispered.
trees, you know…” I watched as he started making houses and
stick people, and clouds. Oh what fun!
I picked up
a blue crayon, and made the outline of a cloud and colored
around it. Then I drew a house with a red roof, added two
windows with yellow curtains, and a brown door, with a black
I smiled at
Jamie, and whispered, “This is fun.”
“Can I have
the purple one?” brought about a regular switching of crayons,
as we shared the box of them. I was sure Mom would be proud at
how well we shared. It wasn’t long and both walls, as high as we
could reach, were covered. Trees, forests, lakes, kitties, dogs,
pretty flowers, and stick people families adorned the walls like
specially made wallpaper. We were such amazing artists nothing
was beyond our grasp. We basked in the glory of those moments.
heard Mom shifting on the couch.
grabbed the crayons from me, and hastily stuffed them into the
“You need to
get back to your bedroom, before Mommy wakes up.”
a little apprehensive, I did what I was told and stealthily made
my way along the wall, almost jumping into the bedroom I shared
with our older sister Jenny, and stifling a, “Home free!”
later Mom was awake and said we could get up from our naps. We
giggled as we went outside and were surprised that no one seemed
to notice our masterpieces. That is, until Saturday, when Robbie
and Jenny were home from school. That was the day Mom always
cleaned the house.
Jennifer, James, and Melissa, you get in here right now,” sent a
chill down my spine and I looked at Jamie.
whispered, “Don’t tell.”
into the bedroom in a solemn file.
on these walls?”
Jenny both said, “I didn’t.”
me, and said, “I didn’t” and I followed suit. Mom looked
exasperated as she said, “They didn’t color themselves.”
“If no one
did it, then you are all getting it. Line up and bend over on
retrospect, I think Jamie figured we were going down and we
might as well have company. Besides, Mom had the habit of
starting at the oldest and I figured by the time she got to me,
she would be pretty played out. She was, and the two
half-hearted swats I received seemed like a token of
appreciation for the artwork, rather than a punishment.
Mom made us
all try to scrub the crayon pictures off the walls and Robbie
and Jenny glared at us the whole time, making me a little
worried about what they would do to us when we were outside.
They couldn’t figure out how Mom could think they still drew
at me, and I knew he would fix it. After all he was four and I
was only three.
Numbers 32:23 But if ye will not do so, behold, ye have
sinned against the LORD: and be sure your sin will find you
1Corinthians 13:11 When I was a child, I spake as a child, I
understood as a child, I thought as a child: but when I became a
man, I put away childish things
Hebrews 12:5 And ye have forgotten the exhortation which
speaketh unto you as unto children, My son, despise not thou the
chastening of the Lord, nor faint when thou art rebuked of him:
6 For whom the Lord loveth he chasteneth, and scourgeth every
son whom he receiveth.
7 If ye endure chastening, God dealeth with you as with sons;
for what son is he whom the father chasteneth not?
8 But if ye be without chastisement, whereof all are partakers,
then are ye bastards, and not sons.
9 Furthermore we have had fathers of our flesh which corrected
us, and we gave them reverence: shall we not much
rather be in subjection unto the Father of spirits, and live?
10 For they verily for a few days chastened us after
their own pleasure; but he for our profit, that we
might be partakers of his holiness.
11 Now no chastening for the present seemeth to be joyous, but
grievous: nevertheless afterward it yieldeth the peaceable fruit
of righteousness unto them which are exercised thereby.
© 2008 Victoria Dillen
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