|My daughter and me at one of our favorite places! Barnes & Noble. :)|
But, alas, the tablet was relatively cheap, which meant it was also relatively...cheap. We began having troubles with it almost immediately, and when we brought it back to the store, they no longer carried that brand, and she had to pay almost the same amount to upgrade to a better tablet.
So...she had to work off the upgrade, too.
This morning, when she turned on the tablet, it was broken. Somehow, somewhere, it must have been dropped, because the inner screen was cracked.
We brought it back to the store today, and the lady told us what we didn't want to hear. They do not cover damage, and it would be cheaper to buy a whole new tablet than to have this one fixed.
The look of disappointment on my daughter's face broke my heart (I think it also broke the sales lady's heart, too).
She wasn't simply disappointed that her tablet broke, she was also disappointed in all the hard work it took to buy something that was now worthless.
As a mom, my first instinct was to step in and buy her a new tablet. It would ease both her pain and mine--but as hard as it is to accept, I can't rescue her from every painful situation she encounters.
It made me think about what my heavenly Father must feel when He has to sit back and watch me walk through disappointment. It must break His heart, just as much as it breaks mine. He could step in and make things better--but sometimes He chooses not to intervene, knowing it will be a good lesson learned.
As a writer, I've had many disappointments. I've had very painful rejections--some that have hurt more than others. I know what my daughter is feeling, because I've been in a position where I'm looking at a 100,000 word manuscript and feeling like it was all a big waste of time and energy. Months of hard work, presumably down the drain.
Yet, after the pain subsides, and I listen to the feedback, I realize all the hard work was not worthless. I learned valuable lessons, I gained valuable skills, and I grew in the process.
The same is true for my daughter. She put a lot of hard work into raising money for something that is now broken, but she learned a great deal in the process. She set a goal and reached it--I'm proud of her for being diligent.
In the end, she faced disappointment--but disappointment is not in vain.
It's in the heartache that we gain wisdom, strength, and perseverance. And, like Romans 5:3-4 says, "...but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope."
Hope keeps us going, gives us energy to try again, to work harder, to press on.
She's already set a new goal, and I know she'll reach it again.
Your Turn: When have you been disappointed? What did you learn in the process? Did you get back up and try again?
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