Saturday, February 28, 2015

on loving feisty three-year-olds

Last week, a little girl joined us for a few days; her mom needed some help. This is the beautiful ministry of Safe Families for Children--The Body of Christ providing support where there is seemingly none.

"A" was feisty yet loveable. Crazy curly hair. The cutest little dimples when she smiled. She called Bryce, "Daddy" and would yell it excitedly every time he came home from work. (I wonder: has she ever called a man "Daddy" before?)

Lest you think it's all rainbows and glitter, she could throw a pretty good tantrum, didn't like to sleep at night, and JD did not appreciate her playing with his toys (i.e. lots of screaming fights between two 3-year-olds, so I wore a referee shirt and whistle all week).


It's all Jesus. Helping me to respond gently and calmly when I put her in timeout for the third time in an hour...or the same for JD. Helping me to hold her close and sing a lullaby at 3am when she's already woken me up three times that night.

Funny, but I kind of miss her. Which just reminds me to pray for her, her siblings, her mom....living in my city. The least of these are so close to home. Lord, help me to be more aware and to be more willing to serve, to love, to care.

Is this not why the gospel is such good news for the broken? Jesus redefined the nature of greatness, which has always rung hollow for the least and the last. He took its connotations away from power and possessions and bestowed it on the humility of a servant. The more you defer? The more grateful you are to be broken and poured out? The more you choose servant over Benefactor? The greater you are.  ~ Jen Hatmaker

Friday, February 13, 2015

loving in the light

Bryce and I were jamming to some country music this morning. (And, I admit, there was some line dancing involved.) Later, as I listened to my Lady Antebellum Pandora station, I realized many of songs are centered around the night time.  let's sneak away in the dark.  let's hang out tonight.  let's pretend it's going to be night forever.   let's enjoy ourselves while the evening lasts.   let's pretend the morning will never come. 

But real life happens in the morning, in the light.


When the heightened emotions and deep shadows fade away, what then?
Will the love remain?

Does he love me with my crazy morning hair?
Will we care for each other at the breakfast table?
Do we work together through the long daylight hours?
Will I love him in the patience-testing afternoons?


Faithfulness when we truly see the other.
This is true love.
Love in the Light.

The path of the righteous is like the morning sun,
shining ever brighter till the full light of day.  Prov 4:18