Crossing T's

I am left handed. I will say things are much better now from when I was growing up--that, or I've adapted. I couldn't cut things at all. Scissors were definitely made for right handed people. I wonder if I had been given the same opportunities as others, maybe I would be more gifted in making crafts or maybe I would have learned how to sew. When you can't cut anything, it kind of slows you down. Later in life I got left handed scissors. It's great to be able to cut--simple pleasures.

I haven't been bothered much by a right handed world in recent years until last week. I bought this new type of correction tape that I saw someone use. It looked nicer than white-out. I was anxious to try it out. I looked at the directions--you had to press down as you guided it over the part to be covered. Well, it didn't take me long to realize that it is designed to be held in the right hand. That is not good for me--have you ever tried to draw a straight line with your non-dominant hand?

My worse memory of discrimination for my left-handedness came in 3rd grade--maybe it was 4th, I can't be sure because I had the same teacher for two years in a row--and it was two years of torture for me. I would have quit school if I could have. My only day ever of playing hooky was that year.

Anyway, in retrospect I am not sure my dilemma was due to being left handed or that I was just different. Nevertheless, the teacher told my parents at the conference that there was a problem. I would not cross my t's from left to right. I always did it right to left. Yes, this is a true story. Fortunately, my parents thought this was foolishness, as I did, and stood up for me. I guess I should be grateful that the teacher didn't slap me with a ruler every time I did it. To this day I cross my t's from right to left and I'm proud of it. To me it's a natural movement to catch it on the way back and you wouldn't know if I hadn't told you. I defy anyone to look at a piece of paper and decipher which way the person crossed their t's.

I've been thinking about t's this year. It started with my Christmas cards. I thought it was neat to put a star over the "i" in Christmas to represent the star that the wise men followed and I crossed the "t" up high to represent the cross.

As the new year started, I decided that this year (perhaps a resolution), I will cross all my t's high like a cross. This is helping me to daily remember Jesus and what He did for us. It reminds me that He should be in my life every day. It takes a conscious effort to do it, but I am enjoying the challenge and appreciate the chance to find God in all I do.

I would like to challenge all Christians out there to do the same. I think it would be neat for the word to spread and for people everywhere to be seeing the subliminal message being sent with all the "crosses" in our written words. In a world where God is being omitted or neglected, let's bring Him him back in even the littlest ways, such as crossing t's--and it doesn't matter whether you do it from left to right or right to left.

I love my sunrises

 
 

This week many of the days started the same. There was a beautiful glimpse of the sun before it hid behind the clouds for the day. It reminded me that God is with us each day although we may not see Him clearly in troubled times. Start each day with a new hope.