by I was typically the first one to wake up at home as a child.
When I was a young lad, probably 11-12 years old or so, I woke up one morning for school got dressed, and came downstairs for breakfast.
On the way to the kitchen, I saw a bowl with 8-10 chocolate malt balls inside sitting on the coffee table in the living room.
I went to the bathroom, washed my hands, started making breakfast…thinking about those malt balls.
I finally could not take it anymore. I snuck in the living room and ate two.
Went back to breakfast…thought some more…
Snuck in the living room and ate two more.
Back to breakfast.
Two minutes later…back to the living room and ate two more.
By the time my sisters came down, there were only two left in the bowl.
When dad woke up and discovered the malt balls were mostly gone, he asked “Who ate the malt balls?”
I shrugged my shoulders. Then finished getting ready for school and hopped on the bus.
Later that night, after supper I had forgotten about the whole ordeal and my mother called me downstairs from my room.
Mom and Dad confronted me about the chocolates. They had talked to my sisters and determined that it was me who ate them.
I confessed, tears welling up in my eyes.
Years later, my father admitted it was a test to see if we would tell the truth.
The Bible shares a few stories like what Dad had done to me and my sisters.
To truly understand what is in our hearts, God tests us in different ways to see how we respond to Him.
I know God has tested me over the years, from childhood to adulthood, and what I have learned from passing and failing those tests is that God is gentle in his response to us, no matter how well we do in the test.
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