More Than Just Claws — A Lesson I Needed This Week

In my previous post about claws and surprises, I shared the wild story of how we found what I thought was a lobster on our early morning walk in Lonsdale. It was such a magical, unexpected moment—and the kind that sticks with you for days. I mean, who finds a lobster in the middle of a Minnesota sidewalk?

Well… apparently, I don’t.

Lesson Learned

This week, I learned something new—thanks to a few kind, knowledgeable people who gently pointed me in the right direction: it turns out, what we found wasn’t a lobster at all.

It was a crayfish!

I’m grateful for the people who took the time to share the truth with kindness. I’m grateful for the reminder that learning doesn’t stop just because you're an adult or a business owner or a mom. And I’m grateful that even in this tiny mix-up, God used it to show me something bigger.

Originally, I had planned to write a quick correction post—just a short “oops, my bad, not a lobster”. But this week I had to live through this little moment with a different perspective.

Its a crayfish

Because sometimes, life isn’t about being right. It’s about growing. It's about laughing at yourself a little, listening to others, and staying open to the unexpected—just like when we met our little clawed friend in the middle of the sidewalk.

This week, I had a similar moment—but this time, it wasn’t about a crayfish. It was about a relationship with someone I’ve worked with closely for a long time.

I had shared what I thought was “good news” with them—too soon. I didn’t yet see the full picture, and when everything finally came together, I realized the story wasn’t what I had first believed. I had spoken ahead of time, and now I needed to go back, admit I was wrong, and ask for forgiveness.

Spoke to soon...

It’s never easy to face a mistake, especially when you don’t know how the other person will react. But sometimes, you just have to take that step, do what’s right.

Admitting that I was wrong wasn’t the hardest part. The hardest part was going back to that person and telling them that what I had shared—what they had put hope in—was no longer true. I knew that by doing so, I was taking away that hope, and they would now have to face a different reality and make new decisions based on it.

That was so hard. Not because of pride, but because I care about this person. Because I knew how much they wanted this to be true. Because I had to face how my own words had impacted them.

Still—I had to do it. I needed to own it, to be honest, and to trust that the relationship was strong enough, and that God was in the middle of it. I could do my part—but the rest is in His hands.

As I reflected on it later, I couldn’t help but think back to the crayfish story. How quickly we can believe something before we have all the facts. How easy it is to run ahead with excitement. And how humbling (and sometimes painful) it is to go back and say, “I was wrong… and I’m sorry.” And how much growth can come from admitting, “I was wrong.”

I’m thankful for the ways that even the smallest things (like a mistaken lobster!) can turn into lessons about humility, relationships, grace, and faith.

This week reminded me again: I can only do my part, be faithful, and trust God with the rest.