A hole in my sock

Because I am a sinner, there is a hole in my sock.  No, it is not down by the toe, it is up above the ankle.  Let me explain…

Yesterday, I got a pair of sock out of my drawer.  They were new and still had the plastic thingy that was holding them together.  I began to look for something that I could cut the thing and free my socks.  My family, the people that God gifted to me to live with, saw that I was searching for scissors.  Instead of helping me with the search, the air was filled with exasperated accusations – someone else had not dealt with the scissors properly.  In stead of assistance, I received comments of blame and sin. 

That sin made me upset, which was a sin on my part.  Instead of looking for the scissors, I decided it was not worth it and I would find a better way to cut the plastic thing  (As an aside – I swear that the people who designed plastic attachments for clothes and toys have an equity stake in psychiatric hospitals – they drive me crazy!).  I grabbed a knife and tried to cut.  While I missed cutting myself, I managed to yank the plastic out of my sock, leaving behind a nice pea-sized hole.

My disgust (instead of love) and pride (instead of humility) are sins I committed against my family.  I was wrong.  When I sin, I choose to sin – no one else’s behavior can control mine.  I must recognize my sins, repent of my sins and deal with the consequences – first to the Lord and then to others I have sinned against.

I am going to keep the socks.  My pants hide the hole, but I know it is there.  I pray that God uses the hole to keep me humble, instead of requiring a matching hole for my head.


I John 1:8-10 If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us. If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness. If we say we have not sinned, we make him a liar, and his word is not in us.