We battled, the boy and I. He seems to want to fight everything these days: bad guys, naps, the monsters under his bed. He always has a sword in his hand and he waves it with great gusto at the oncoming foe of the moment. But at that moment, there were no swords, just a three year old, over tired, little one. It was one of those moments when the wild things inside a boy take over and the listening and obedience stops. I sent him to time out with EXTRA minutes because of the great agitation welling in my soul. “Why won’t he listen to me!!!???!!” I could feel my skin yelling those words as it seems to tighten and shrink around my own over tired body. I went into his room once the time was up. We talked and I informed him of his consequence. You would think I had banished him to a deserted island. The wails of injustice rang out like a freedom bell. “This can’t be happening!” His words turned my grimace upward for a moment. The drama. I wonder where he got it. (wink.)
I’ve found that a soft voice helps him hear me. I told him he could come downstairs to me when he was calm. After one trip down and being sent back up he finally had worked all the tears and angst out. I heard little feet slowly crick and creak down the stairs, no cries or words, just feet.
He came in red-faced and red-eyed and my mama heart almost died. I knew he had been H-angry...a term we use when hungry meets angry...and all I wanted to do was scoop him up and hug him tight and wipe all those tears right off those three year old cheeks. But I waited with great resolve as to not spoil all the great restraint I had conjured up before.
He looked up at me and said, “Mommy, I’m hung-wee.” I ask him if he was calm and he shook that darling head. He sat down with a bowl of cheerios and wiped those tears clean from his eyes. It was in that moment that my heart actually flooded. I couldn’t bear the aching and all the love that was seeping in, I had to let it out.
I told him that I loved him and I meant it. The words surged out of me like a flood, white water raging and tearing through all the frustration and anger that had been welled up before. Like a torrent this love washed all of that away and as the waters subsided I saw this boy. This three year old. And, with tears in my eyes I thanked this good God who allowed this moment.
If this feeble, human heart, one so delicate and fragile, can hold up enough love for another to wash out all the wrong doings, how much more does the God of Heaven and earth love me? How much does He love you?
"The LORD appeared to him from far away. I have loved you with an everlasting love; therefore I have continued my faithfulness to you." Jer 31:3 (ESV)
With an everlasting love. It doesn’t end. His faithfulness has no end. Be reminded of this today:
There is nothing that can separate you from the love of God which is in Christ Jesus.
I just know someone besides me needs to hear that today. Let it be a truth that sinks down deep. Drink it in. Breathe it in. Believe it and then live like you do.