It's disturbing when your children are more mature than you. Spiritually. Really.
A couple of weeks ago, I was having a day. It was a very bad day. I had a list in my head that I was too busy to write down. Honestly, that's really too busy for me. Usually I'm one of those sick list makers who loves her list so much that I write down things I've already down just for the unadulterated joy of checking them off.
I don't do many things at one time well at all, and that day it piled on.
On top of the many things on my own list, it turned out that my boys had lists of their own. How could they? And their daddy was gone that night. How could he?
You can see where this is going. On top of the laundry, cleaning, dinner to make and event to prepare for, they had practices, a cake to bake (Nolan makes a chocolate cake that has become so famous that my friends ask for it for their birthdays) and a project to do...over.
I didn't handle it well. I went into what my mama loves to call a snit. I snapped and sighed loudly and rolled my tired eyes.
It was ugly.
Late that night, Anson sat on the bed with me, grinned and teasingly added one more thing to my list. I said, "How do you think that I'm going to respond to that request today?"
He quickly replied, "I'm sure with love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness and self-control." Again...big grin.
Yikes! Would somebody please take that boy's Bible away? All this daily Bible reading has got to stop if it means that mama gets gently put in her place!!
It really is disturbing when your children are walking in a place of greater spiritual maturity than you are. It was disturbing but wonderful, and it called me to a higher place. Thank you, Jesus, for using my growing boys to help me grow in You.
ps. If the spacing is all funky or non-existant, please excuse me. My blogger wants to act up when I add a photo, and I have a list of things I have to go do rather than trying to fix this for the ten-bizillionth time! :)