“Mommy, can I watch Tinkerbell?” My daughter clutched a stuffed puppy in her hand and climbed beside me on the sofa.
“Sure, we can watch a little TV before bedtime.” I grabbed the remote and flipped to my girls’ latest favorite—Tinkerbell and the Lost Treasure.
“But, Mom, can you skip the part about the trolls? I don’t like the trolls.”
The trolls? Ah, yes. There’s a scene where Tinkerbell tries to cross a bridge guarded by two nasty oafs who threaten to chew her for dinner.
Heck, I’d like to skip the trolls, too. I’ve known a few trolls in my life.
Call them all trolls—ugly obstacles to what I think should be a smooth life journey.
In Tinkerbell terms, though, those trolls are the turning point of the movie. It happens when an argument breaks out between the two troll buddies and escalates until one troll calls the other a “garden gnome”—the cardinal insult of trolldom. Here’s the dialog that follows.
“Say the magic words, go on.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Do you mean it?”
“Oh, absolutely.”
“Do you feel it?”
“Deeply.”
“Well then, I forgive you.”
“Friends?”
“Friends.”
And that’s when we learn the moral of the story: forgiveness. Tink realizes she’s been mistreating her best fairy friend, and when she finally apologizes, the two tiny pals work together to save Pixie Hollow from sure disaster.
All thanks to the trolls.
So—what are your trolls? What are they teaching you?
I hate arguing with my husband. But resolving our conflicts allows me to understand him at a deeper level.
Infertility was no picnic. But experiencing a season of waiting on God for a baby made me learn to trust him in ways I hadn’t before.
Colic nearly sent me to the psych ward. But it also taught me selflessness and the comfort of desperate prayer.
Yes, trolls are ugly. They threaten our peace. But when we face them head-on, we just might discover there’s a treasure on the other side.
“Blessed is the one who perseveres under trial because, having stood the test, that person will receive the crown of life that the Lord has promised to those who love him” (James 1:12).
“Mom, is the part about the trolls coming up?” My daughter snuggled in my lap with her eyes fixed on the TV.
“Soon, yes. Do you want me to fast forward?”
“No, it’s okay.” She scrunched her nose. “I’m not afraid of them anymore.”
“You’re not?”
“No, they’re a little scary, but they’re a little nice, too.”
So true, my love. So true.
Blessings,
Becky
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