Lesson 1: Repentance

Last night my friends Courtney and I went to dinner and reminisced on the lessons we learned when we were younger and the different parenting techniques our parents had. I decided I need to write down some of these stories because though right now I can remember like it happened yesterday one day I'm not going to even remember my name.

Lesson 1 is on repentance. I had just gotten baptized and wanted to do everything right. Well one hot summer day I was playing with Logan, Ryan, and Shannon , which was about an everyday event, and we didn't know what to do. Well a couple houses down from my house was abandoned ( or so we thought). It seemed to an 8 year old that no one lived in that house for years, but in reality it was probably like a month or something. So we decided to make a homeless shelter out of it and in order to do that we had to break into it. I'm pretty sure Logan figured out how to open the side window and we all climbed inside. It was perfect all we would have to do is clean it and then homeless people could start moving in. I remember thinking of the huge sign we would put out front, it was alike a dream. Well since we had to clean it we went back to my house and collected all of the cleaning supplies and of course garden supplies too because the yard needed some cleaning up. We went back down to the house and started cleaning, which felt like 2 hours but it was probably 20 minutes, we got really hot so we decided to take a break and go swimming. We left all the supplies at the house and left. As we were walking out a car of people pulled into the drive away and I knew we could never go back and get our things because those people well throw us in jail for breaking in.
For the next month or so I remember my mom asking where her broom was and my dad asking were those big weed clipper things were. I felt horrible especially because at the time we didn't have much money and we had to get everything from the church. But there was no way I could tell my parents that I broke into a house so I just prayed and I'm pretty sure I prayed that they would never find out and that I would be forgiven and I was so sorry and would never do it again. I prayed at least the rest of that year being so scared I was going to jail. Well I never went to jail and I'm pretty sure I'm forgiven for that, but I never told my parents that story until a couple years ago.
As a little kid even though it was going to be a homeless shelter I knew I would be in big trouble and ever since that day every stupid thing I have done I knew it was really important to repent ( and not to tell your parents...just joking) and not to break into houses.
Lesson 1 learned.