Sunburn

When I was little, I was pretty convinced that I could not sunburn. My first sunburn didn’t happen on my parents watch either.  My babysitter took us all to the pool, from 8 in the morning to sund0wn.  Sunburn is probably an understatement.  The sun destroyed me.

I remember my mom’s reaction that night when she got home.  She took one look at me and my siblings and…. well, let’s just say she put the Hell in Helen.  I couldn’t for the life of me figure out why she was so upset with the babysitter.  All I was capable of thinking was that our babysitter did something nice for us, and let us play in the pool longer than mom did.  I thought maybe my mom was mad because she thought we’d start to like our babysitter more than her, because our babysitter let us do more stuff.

Looking back, I get it.  The reason my mom made me get out of the pool all the time was she knew my tolerance.  She knew exactly how long I could stay in the sun.  Exactly when I needed to put more sunscreen on.  It’s pretty impressive.  I’ve only ever been sunburned because of my own poor judgment.

I could take the obvious metaphor here and relate this to God, and if we do things God’s way we’d be alright… but I’m not gonna. I just thought I’d write this out, and think about it.  Just knowing that I’m gonna be a parent soon makes me think about this stuff.  Am I gonna know when my little girl needs to come in from the sun?

Weird stuff.  Thoughts?