Musing on toothbrushes.
Last night my daughter came to me in tears because her brother had used her toothbrush to brush his teeth.
The victim.
“Look what he did to it…Look what he does to the bristles!”
Okay. It did look a little worn but honestly I was a more than a little thankful that he was in there brushing his teeth before bed.
I have my suspicions that it doesn’t happen all that much.
But what really pricked my nerves with the both of them is this…
This is how many toothbrushes are sitting 10 inches away from that lone brush.
And they fight over one.
Contentment.
That is what the Women of Faith have been studying.
Yesterday we read Paul’s words, ” …for I have learned in whatever situation I am to be content.” Phil. 4:11.
In the Greek the word is manthano, man-than’-o.
“to learn by use and practice, to acquire the habit of, be accustomed to.”
We learn to give up tug-of-wars over toothbrushes.
And we learn that the sun and billions of stars do not rotate around our toothbrushes.
Some green households have the community wipe for their toliet. (I have heard tell.)
We have the community toothbrush till the will of one is more grossed out than the other.
Some lessons they just have to learn on their own.
