So this is how it went down. Boys were up at 6:30 this morning (I’d been awake since 4:30; made them stay in there room until 7am and I’d had my coffee. This morning was BSF (Bible Study Fellowship), which is usually on Wednesday, but holiday week pushed it up a day. These are generally easy mornings for us as the boys LOVE going to BSF as well as I. They are tired when we depart from BSF, we pick up lunch, come home and they have to finish cleaning their room and doing their kitchen chore. They generally eat and play outside while I veg inside for a bit before it’s time to come in. Rest time is a MUST on BSF days. At present, school is not a priority on this day, unless we squeeze some in after rest time.
SO, it’s rest time in our house. I can tell I’ve got some tired boys on my hands. I’m tired but I’m not melting yet, although ready for MY nap! Oldest starts getting grumpy and mouthy while we’re trying to put his bed back together (linen washing day) and by the time he’s snuggled under the covers he’s said “I’m tired of you” and something else I can’t remember…..but hurtful and unnecessary, nonetheless.
I’ve been meditating on the Love Chapter in 1 Corinthians 13 – back to the basics is what I like to call it. I’ve been reading it each morning and usually stick around “Love is patient. Love is kind. It is not easily angered. ” Today I added on “Love is not self-seeking.” So, basically, love is self-less. Anyhow. I continue to thank God for His Spirit in ME that I can be patient, kind and not easily angered – and thank you for the opportunties you (God) continue to present that allow HE and I to walk that out – mainly in my home!
So today, as my ears heard these unkind words from my child, instead of being “easily angered” as I had been in the past, and could have responded differently (’cause I’m human and sensed those things rising and about to bubble forth), I walked away and recalled God’s word that I’d been meditating on – walked back in his room and gently touched him, told him I loved him and to have a good rest with a smile, and asked if I could give him a hug, which he declined…until youngest wanted a hug – and then he was ready for one 🙂
As I came into the kitchen, I realized I’d just experienced God’s transforming grace in ME. And rejoiced. And wrote it down in my journal, thanking Him for His goodness to make me into His instrument of love to my children. It wasn’t difficult. It was HIM. And my boy experienced HIM. And for that, I exhault HIM and bless HIS Name.