It is amazing what can sometimes instigate the fire of Sibling Rivalry. I warn you not get in the mix, because somehow the parties involved normally manage to resolve their differences without any “physical human intervention.” They are usually back together like peas in a pod! At least, reconciliation should definitely follow for those that are believers.
Today, my sister brought to my attention a fault that I reluctantly had to own up to. It appears that I have been found guilty of using her clothing, shoes, handbags and accessories. The whole ‘kitten caboodle’ without asking her permission and when the time came for me to reciprocate the gesture, unfortunately I was not as forthcoming to say the least. In fact, I was downright selfish. As we all know, this is not a very Christian-like attitude (to say the least) and is a breeding ground for resentment, anger, jealousy and even hatred.
As I reflect on my life, I remember that I was always one who admired.
No… let me be truthful… I coveted what other people had and longed for the day that I would have my own. I will never forget the time when we had some visitors staying at our home a few years ago. They stayed in my room, so I had to find a place for what seemed like insignificant items to me including non-designer body lotions, one bottle of perfume that was on the last drop, hair accessories that looked like they went through world war one, you get the picture right? At least, that was the picture that I saw in my mind.
One day as I was passing by my bedroom door, I noticed it was slightly ajar and there on my dressing table was a wide assortment of lady’s trinkets, lotions, perfumes, accessories… you name it, it was there. I stood by the door in total amazement and I could feel my eyes growing wider with excitement.
This was what I always wanted, a dresser filled with everything that a young woman could dream of.
I proceeded, ever so gingerly into my room, being very careful not to disturb the luggage that was in my path. Oh, there were clothes in there as well but I thought to myself that those could wait for another day. As I made my way towards the dresser, I remember feeling anxious and nervous but could not understand why. Then I stretched out my hand and picked up a lavender scented body lotion, no sooner had I done that I heard a stern voice as clear as day say, “Thou shalt not covet your neighbor’s…”
I did not wait for the voice to finish the sentence, a fear came over me and I literally dropped the bottle and darted out of my room. I still remember my irregular breathing as I tried to catch my breath while leaning on the wall just outside the kitchen (yes, I reached that far). I wondered to myself “what just happened there?”
Exodus 20:17 reads: “Thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s house, thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s wife, nor his manservant, nor his maidservant, nor his ox, nor his ass, nor any thing that is thy neighbor’s.”
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