On Being Humbled

Today we had a rather traumatic bleach spill in our laundry room and unfortunately, two of my favorite shirts didn't survive.

Behold the wreckage.

 Sadly, this was my favorite shirt and a staple piece of my wardrobe.

I'll be honest and tell you that I did NOT handle this well. At all. It was rather pathetic. I burst into tears and immediately started taking my anger and upset feelings out on my siblings. Definitely not my proudest moment. I said some pretty awful things that I regret now (thankfully my siblings have forgiven me) and was blaming everything and everyone. (Like I said, I'm not proud of this). After I'd calmed down a bit and it was safe to approach me, my sweet brother brought me this little note:

In case you can't read it it says:

Bronte is my big sister and I love her very much but just like everyone she gets mad and says things like "I'll be glad when I leave this house!" Today somebody spilt Bleach all over her best shirt and she got mad and said one of those phrases. It made me sad to see that my sister was so angry. I wish I could fix her shirt and when I tried to talk to her she was still angry and then I made a remark that was very rude and I wish I had never said it because I saw what I said hurt her. I am grateful to God that I was put in a great family and I am also grateful that I have such a great sister. I love you Bronte.

After I read this I promptly burst into tears again, but this time because I realized what a jerk I'd been. I was so upset over a couple of stupid SHIRTS that I hadn't even noticed or cared how I was making other people feel. Needless to say, it was extremely humbling. I'm grateful to God that he gave me such a sweet and incredibly wise little brother to teach me about what's truly important in life. And it's definitely not clothes. Nate, I love you too! Thank you so much for reminding me of what really matters. 

Love, Brontё