Those Stinking Scissors

Have you ever lived long enough to realize that your mother was right about something you were absolutely convinced she was wrong about?I have. And, believe it or not, it involved a pair of scissors.

When I was growing up, my mother did a lot of sewing. She would often take in sewing to make a little extra money, and if there was one thing Mama was particular about, it was her sewing supplies. Especially her scissors. Mama had one pair of scissors that were extremely sharp, and those scissors were for one thing and one thing only: cutting fabric.

Now, as children, we didn't always understand the importance of such rules. Every once in a while, one of us would get our hands on Mama's precious scissors and use them to cut a piece of paper for a school project. Buddy, if Mama caught you with those scissors and a piece of paper, you were in big trouble. At the time, I couldn't understand what the big deal was. After all, they were just scissors. We had other scissors. Surely cutting a little piece of paper wasn't going to ruin the world. But Mama knew something I didn't. Paper can dull a good pair of fabric scissors. And when you're trying to cut beautiful fabric, you need scissors that are sharp enough to do the job properly. Fast forward several decades.

I was working on a sewing project recently and went looking for my favorite pair of fabric scissors. I couldn't find them anywhere. I searched high and low. I looked in places where scissors had absolutely no business being. I checked drawers, baskets, cabinets and sewing supplies. I was beginning to wonder if those scissors had simply decided to leave the house without telling me. Finally, my husband found them tucked inside the little zippered pocket of my sewing machine case. There they were. My precious scissors. I was so thankful to have them back in my hand. They were still sharp, still dependable, and still exactly what I needed to cut my fabric. 

And that's when it happened.

A little voice in my head said, "See? That's why I was always so particular about my scissors."It was Mama's voice. I had to laugh.

Isn't it funny how the things that annoyed us as children sometimes make perfect sense when we become adults? Back then, I thought Mama was being overly particular about a pair of stinking scissors. Today, I understand. She wasn't being difficult. She was protecting something valuable.

And isn't that just like God?

There are things He tells us not to do that we don't understand. There are boundaries He places around our lives that sometimes seem unnecessary. There are instructions in His Word that may feel restrictive when we're young in our faith. But God sees what we cannot see. He knows what can dull us. He knows what can damage us. He knows what can take the sharpness out of our testimony, our faith, our discernment and our purpose. Sometimes His "don't touch that" is really an expression of His love. Sometimes the boundary that frustrates us today is the very thing that protects what we will need tomorrow. And sometimes, years later, we look back and realize that God wasn't trying to keep something good from us. He was trying to preserve something precious within us.

James 1:5 reminds us, "If any of you lack wisdom, let him ask of God, that giveth to all men liberally, and upbraideth not."

I think about Mama's scissors and smile. Maybe some of the lessons we thought were silly weren't silly at all. Maybe they were little seeds of wisdom planted in us long before we were old enough to recognize them. And perhaps that's one of the beautiful ways God works. He lets us live long enough to understand some of the things we once didn't understand. He allows a memory from childhood to come walking back into our lives at just the right moment and whisper, "Now you see." I certainly do. And Mama, wherever you are, I finally understand about those stinking scissors. You were right. Of course you were. You usually were.

And maybe that's the lesson for today: When God places a boundary in our path, we don't always have to understand it before we obey it. We can trust the One who sees what we cannot. Because sometimes obedience today protects the blessing God intends for tomorrow.

Heavenly Father, thank You for the little lessons You have woven throughout my life. Thank You for the wisdom of those who came before me and for the memories You sometimes bring back at exactly the right moment.

Help me remember that Your boundaries are not meant to keep good things from me. They are meant to protect what You have placed within me. Give me the wisdom to trust You even when I don't understand. Help me recognize when You are saying, "Don't touch that," and give me the courage to listen.

Keep my faith sharp. Keep my heart tender. Keep my testimony useful. And when I look back on the things I once didn't understand, let me see Your loving hand in them.

Thank You for the lessons, the memories, the laughter, and even those stinking scissors.

In Jesus' name, Amen.