Admittedly, yesterday’s post on the death of a college freshman may not have been the most romantic thing to put up on Valentine’s Day. To be completely honest, I had forgotten that it was February 14th. No worries, by 8am my little tribe was in full cupid mode.
Pulling out every scrap of red paper, heart doilies, pink crayons and markers, they were a little Hallmark factory until each one of them had completed a sweet note. I felt awful. A few years back, I would have made personalized little goodie bags for each of them, decorated the house, and practically put each of us in a sugar coma. But I’ve been a little crazy around here getting ready for The House That Love Built, so just about everything has taken a back seat in a long line of priorities. Hopefully my children forgive me.
Our Bible study yesterday around the breakfast table focused on John 15:13–
“Greater love has no man than this, than he that lay down his life for his friends.”
We talked about how Jesus was explaining to His disciples that He was about to willingly go through hell on earth out of love for his friends. I talked about why the death of a soldier means so much to me…that these men lay down their life for us, for our protection, for the love of their country. And I told them that we can choose, in a dozen different small ways each day, to love and lay down our lives for our family.
You see, we’ve been struggling around here with quite a bit of arguing. Everybody is just– arguing! (insert eyeroll and complete frustration!) And I know part of it is that I have been out of town and distracted to a degree, but even so…it’s been ridiculous! I talked to the children about how much they argue, and to really consider, how often is it truly worth it? At the end of the day, can you even remember 2 out of the 47 arguments and why you were fighting so hard? Do you really always HAVE to be right? And then that little tinge of guilt for how important that reminder is for me.
I just hate it when I am teaching my kids something and then suddenly I realize that I am really just preaching to myself.
Anyhow, a happy belated cupid day to all of you. And maybe that little reminder about laying it down and choosing not to argue, is helpful for more than just my kiddos and me.