As the wife of a pastor and the mom of a pastor I thought this was an interesting read and wanted to share.
1 John 3:18 – Little children, we must not love with word or speech, but with truth and action (HCSB)
My husband and I have been blessed to experience the indescribable love of grandchildren. I remember so well being sound asleep when the phone rang in the wee hours one morning, and our son announced those magic words that would forever change my world, “We’re on the way to the hospital. This is it!” Any other time we lived about four hours away, but that night those interstate speed limit signs were just making ridiculous suggestions. I still get teary at the memory of seeing my baby holding his baby for the first time. The moment that red haired boy was born he became Granny’s Precious Darling. Two and a half years later we got the identical call and our precious granddaughter made her entrance. She has a face like her dad, eyes and hair like her mom, and a look that leaves no doubt as to her true feelings about any situation (there is a slight possibility maybe that came from me!). She became known as my Bumble Bee and my husband’s Baby Cakes, and the love I have for these two fascinating gifts from God continuously takes my breath away. We laugh and play together and sometimes share secrets, but if I say loving them is a secret, my precious Bumble Bee will immediately respond, “Everybody already knows that.” 1 John says that love should not be something we say but never show. Do my words as well as my actions show my love for Jesus? Would God respond, “Everybody already knows that.”
John 3:16 – “For God loved the world in this way:[a] He gave His One and Only Son, so that everyone who believes in Him will not perish but have eternal life. (HCSB)
Becoming a mother brought on a love that I never even imagined. Recent decades have given women the convenience of home pregnancy tests, but my test was done in the doctor’s office. I remember waiting anxiously for the results, then racing to my husband’s office almost before the nurse could finish saying “positive”. Remembering the excitement and joy of telling our parents and grandparents still brings a smile. I wore maternity tops over my microscopic bun, delighting as it grew to meager bump and onto massive bulge. I loved every kick and was amazed when a little foot could be seen pushing against my skin. I can’t describe the joy of holding that precious miracle for the first time or how “love” became an entirely new word for me at that moment. Our son had infantile asthma so there were times of sleeping in the crib with him to calm his fears under the croup tent, of sleeping on the floor beside his bed so we could hear him breathe, of holding him as medicated mist blew in his face. We prayed petitions, praises, and scripture daily as we watched him grow. I have loved seeing my little boy become a man and make his own home with the woman God created to be his wife. I would do anything to protect my son because I have loved him since his conception. God loved His Son from the beginning of time yet He loves us so much that He sent His Son to die for our sins. How can we ignore a love like that?
Mark 4:37-38 – A fierce windstorm arose, and the waves were breaking over the boat, so that the boat was already being swamped. 38 But He was in the stern, sleeping on the cushion. So they woke Him up and said to Him, “Teacher! Don’t You care that we’re going to die?” (HCSB)
Doug, my grandson’s dog, is afraid of the ocean because the waves seem to sneak up on him. He has been around long enough to know the waves are coming. He has been warned the waves are coming. Yet, he is always surprised when the waves actually come and then fear takes control. The disciples in Mark 4:37-38 found themselves to be much like Doug. They were fishermen on the Sea of Galilee, a body of water renown for sudden flash storms causing giant waves, so they had been around long enough to know storms would come. In learning to navigate the waters, I’m sure they had been warned storms would come. Yet, they were surprised by this particular storm, surprised to the point of being terrified and felt Jesus wasn’t doing anything to rescue them. They were frightened, they had no control of the situation, and things were bad and getting worse. I imagine the frantic running around and shouting of questions such as “Why aren’t You doing something?” “Why don’t You care about me?” “Why are You sleeping while I’m suffering?” Sometimes I feel much like a small boat on turbulent waters. I have been around long enough to know trouble is coming. Jesus warned that trouble was coming (John 16:33). Yet, I am always caught by surprise and frightened when the waves of trouble are pounding. Like the disciples, I can become frantic when everything I do only emphasizes my lack of control. I cry out “Why aren’t You doing something?” as I am pounded by the consequences of someone else’s actions. Drowning in hurt and confusion, I ask “Why don’t You care about me?” In exasperation and anger I demand to know, “Why are You sleeping while I’m suffering?” And Jesus answers me the same way He answered the disciples, “Why are you afraid?” (v.40). Storms are not fun, but the same Jesus who controlled the storm for the disciples, has control of the storms in my life. He spoke and called a stormy sea to calm. I can call my stormy world to calm when I speak the name of Jesus.
Luke 6:27-28 – But I say to you who listen: Love your enemies, do what is good to those to hate you, bless those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you.
Luke 6:32 – Be merciful, just as your Father also is merciful (HCSB)
When our son Shay was a toddler, my brother would grab Shay’s head and give it several vigorous rubs, each rub adding fuel to Shay’s bonfire of resentment. No amount of begging had any impact on my brother until one night the rubbing came to an abrupt end when Shay bit him. My husband calmly took Shay’s hand, led him down the hall, gave him an age appropriate talk on how biting is not the correct response, and brought him back with the instruction, “Tell Chuck you’re sorry.” The immediate response was “I not.” My husband again took Shay’s hand (perhaps less calmly this time), led him down the hall, and gave him a more sternly worded talk on biting. Again, he stood Shay in front of my brother and gave the instruction “Tell Chuck you’re sorry.” Again the immediate response was a calm but definite “I not.” My husband tucked Shay under his arm and walked the hall at a speed coveted by Olympians for years to come. The biting talk was replaced with “When I tell you to do something, you don’t tell me you’re not!” A very adamant toddler voice answered “I not tell you I not. I NOT SORRY!” There have been people I wanted to retaliate against and would not be sorry for doing it, but Jesus told us to love our enemies, pray for our tormentors, and be merciful because God is merciful. I am called to remember that God loves that person and, because I love God, I need to show His love. Besides, adults aren’t allowed to bite.
Psalm 103:11-12 – For as high as the heavens are above the earth, so great is His love for those who fear Him; as far as the east is from the west, so far has He removed our transgressions from us.
People’s buttons, elevator buttons, remote control buttons are all pushed to get a reaction. Pushing a button on a computer can cause total panic or pure relief. Often in life we wish for a do-over button, a button to push to refresh, a button to make things easier. The following blog post gives some thoughts for the buttons in our lives and what really makes a difference.
Ephesians 5:33 – To sum up, each of you is to love his wife as himself, and the wife is to respect her husband. (HCSB)
Ephesians 5:33 tells husbands to love their wives and wives to respect their husbands. When we said “I do” both my husband and I fully intended to unconditionally love, respect, and admire each other. I had great intentions of being the perfect wife, offering nothing but kind and encouraging words, perfectly prepared dinners every night, and a life of candlelit romance. Then the fairy tale bubble came in contact with the sharp pin of reality. Sometimes my words are less than kind and not at all encouraging. Occasionally dinner is a buffet of whatever the refrigerator has to offer. There have been times when candlelight was just a sign that the electricity was out. There have been easy times and difficult times, lean times and plush times, times of laughter and times of tears, times I wanted to hug his neck and times I wanted to wring his neck. There may have been a few times he thought I was less than a delight too. But, no matter what or when or how life came at us, we have stood together because we hold tight to our love and respect for each other. I do not belittle the man I promised to love, honor, and cherish and he declares his love in words and actions. Daily life can come with time devouring stresses and the excitement of doing laundry has waned, but I am so glad two clueless kids stood in front of family and friends and promised to love each other forever. To paraphrase Song of Solomon 2:16, my husband is mine and I am his, dirty laundry, leftovers, and all.