Even though I’m in a hurry, I prop on my full buggy and motion her, with her three items in hand, to go in front of me…it’s only treating her the way I want to be treated. But then, the hasty shuffle past me, and never a grateful glance.
A short response from someone I love…
a perceived wound…
A thousand small injustices a day have only the power we give them…will I nurse my wound, blame, wear my feelings in a vulnerable place, or will I give others the benefit of the doubt?
“Who knows what that woman may be dealing with: a terminally ill child she is hurrying back home to nurse? Financial burdens larger than life? An abusive husband?” I choose to ask myself.
“Love covers over an offense”.
I’m only just learning, at 37 years old, to look over offenses. And I’m still very bad at it. At least the thought occurs to me, and I’m praying earnestly that those thoughts would grow into more follow through.
As a mom, I find a hundred love-lessons like these to teach a day. If we can cultivate a heart of looking over offenses in our children, imagine how we put them ahead! Would you agree that this one character trait or flaw, whichever it is, is the source of so much violence, family turmoil and broken homes? Think about the trail of disaster left in the wake of one of these tragedies when, who knows, had one party only had a mother walking beside him every day, spurring him to true Love, shaping a heart that is able to let an offense go, the whole chain of events may have never existed.
Left alone, the misery of self-centeredness–(for that is the vice that causes us to be quickly offended) will eat them alive. But with careful pruning, day by day we speak into their lives…“Love keeps no record of wrongs”, and they are transformed by that truth. “Maybe your sister just needs a gentle word…”
Do I model it for them? Do my children learn from the way I speak of others to cover offenses? (This is a real question I’m asking myself right now as I write.) What about my reactions to my husband or in-laws?
Thinking the best of people, letting things go, covering up offenses…this is the stuff of Christian love. Are we big enough?