A Broken Hotel

     Sometimes i get so confused. Today is one of those times. I'm watching two of my little siblings today, one is 9 the other is 7. They were happily building a hotel with sheets, blankets, chairs, and anything else they could find. But then suddenly sin walked into their hotel and rented every room. It was disguised as them self. They began to fight over who would have the biggest room. It ended with my sister tearing down their beloved hotel, while hurting my seven year old brother in the process. At this moment i left my position as a devote audience member, and became a role in the chaos. I told them that, this is what happens when you are selfish. Then my little sister with her temper and her crying abilities that are movie quality announced that she was going to make her own hotel "WITHOUT YOU!" To this announcement i quickly objected and told her that she could not make her own hotel because she was being selfish and that she needed to start picking up. She replied with a big fat NO, and began to make her hotel. I thought of no other thing to do, but to start picking up since she clearly would not. At this time she was furious with me and hit me and would sit on the things i tried to pick up. I told her that if she wasn't going to help that she needed to go cry in her bed and take a nap. She yelled back at me "You're just a meanie and i don't want to be your sister!" She stomped away and began to throw a fit worthy of an award, in her bed. 

     It was at this point the confusion leaped in. Should i have let her make her own hotel? Then maybe my little sister would have liked me... But surely not letting her was the right thing to do, right? I don't know. But it is what happened, and we cannot take away the past. But we can learn from it. 

     What can we learn from this unnecessary drama? We can learn the affects that sin has on us, and what it will do to us. Just think what would have happened, if my little siblings would have agreed on who could have that insignificant room. They would have probably continued to play in peace together for hours. Now I'm not condemning them to being miserable little rats. After all, they are only nine and seven. I did the same thing with my little brother when we were younger. Why does this continue to happen? Why do we repeatedly let sin take rent in the hotel of our life? And in the end all it will do is leave us with a broken hotel, and us hurting the ones we love.