Thursday, September 4, 2014

big grace for small troubles


I was doing my routine morning sweep through the house when I came across two sheets of notebook paper on the coffee table this morning.  It was Parker's homework.  The pages he'd worked so diligently on just yesterday afternoon, and yet - somehow had forgotten the final step of placing them into his binder. 

My initial reaction was to glance at the clock.  7:25.  If I left at that moment, I might make it before first bell.  

But, as I've learned - time and time again - my initial reactions are not necessarily always the wisest ones.

I called my husband, voice of reason.  I'm so thankful to have a spouse whose instincts are not guided solely by emotions; who can feel the same pangs of parental empathy, but answer with an action based on wisdom; rather than reaction based on emotion.  

I still have much to learn about the difference between the two.  

{Hashtag life lessons}

When our babies are, well, actual babies - it's our instinct to shelter them from discomfort; self-inflicted and otherwise; to shield them from consequences.  But as they grow - and grow up - we have to learn when to allow them to make mistakes, to feel the weight of their own choices and at times, their own forgetfulness or carelessness.  

I knew this was one of those times.  And as trivial as some left-behind homework may seem, through teary eyes, I ran my fingers along the torn edges and felt a tremor along the edge of my heart.  

Right there, along the fault line, as deep and wide as the San Andreas.   

It's the dichotomy of our hearts: this desire for them to learn, to grow in stature and wisdoms and yet, this innate, opposition to hold them close.  

We never lose that instinct, but we learn along with them, how to quiet it.  How to be still.  

We learn and relearn to rely on our God for comfort.  In these smallest of disappointments.  So that our hearts are prepared for the inevitable bigger ones that we've yet to face.

Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, 
the Father of compassion and the God of all comfort,
who comforts us in ALL our troubles, 
so that we can comfort those in ANY trouble 
with the comfort we ourselves receive from God.    
2 Cor 1:3-4 NIV

I love that this particular translation uses the words "all" and "any".  

love that His word tells us that there is no trouble too small to be unworthy of His comfort and that He cares about the smallest details of our lives.  When we rely on His comfort in all of our troubles, big and small, then we are able to extend that comfort to others - no matter how significant their trouble is.

As mamas, as parents, we ask for His comfort and He gives it graciously so that we may lavish it on our families, and our children, when they need it the most.

I want my kids to know this:  whatever trouble you're in, His grace is bigger.  His comfort doesn't discriminate.  It is there for the taking.

In all things.  In anything.

I stack the two sheets neatly on the table.  

Next to this.




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