Lesson Three: Who am I to think I can get away with my disobedience effecting only me?
In really simple terms, my disobedience cost me more because the sandwich I purchased was $7 versus the cost of a coffee for $4. It cost me more because there were a number of people eating lunch close by when I went to give Graeme his sandwich who would have seen Graeme’s rejection of my offer, versus earlier in the morning no one being around (there’s also a lesson to be learned in doing things in secret for the glory of God versus in the open for the praise and adoration of men).
I found a Seashell
If you’ve clicked on this post, then you too must be an ocean lover because the title of this blog is not very compelling. But it’s important. It’s really important.
I Tried To Give A Homeless Man A Sandwich
If I had stopped to ask the people who know him better than I do, would I have avoided potentially making Graeme feel awkward?
Lots of “what if’s”.
And whilst those questions are good, I’ll never know the answer to them, I can’t go back in time and change my decisions.
But I can’t help shake this feeling that God orchestrated this whole thing not for Graeme’s benefit, but for mine.