Wrongness. Today, I am thankful for the many times I’ve been wrong. It’s a funny thing to be thankful for, isn’t it? But truthfully, I am. There are so many things I’ve thought I wanted to be or do or not to do, and later learned how wrong I was. I never wanted to have children. Can you imagine grateful that I was so wrong about that plan of mine? I have nine wonderful children. I have two beautiful grandchildren.
I thought I wanted to be a teacher. I wanted it desperately. I had great plans for teaching during the school year, living in my own little cottage with a dog, and writing during my summers. I would have been a horrible teacher. I don’t like teaching. I teach my children because it is right and because I love them. I do not have an innate love of children. Without that, I don’t think I could have survived more than a year or two.
So many things from Bible doctrine to the best curriculum choice– I’ve been wrong about it all. I’m thankful for the wrongnesses that I know about, because each of them is an indicator that I’ve grown– that the Lord has brought me further in my walk. When I remember all the things I’ve learned over the years, false impressions that I’ve discovered, faulty thinking, I am so thankful for wrongness. I’ve been wrong so often. I will be wrong again, but in that wrongness, I will grow and learn a new dependence upon the Lord. I’m thankful for that.