God is crazy

 

Chrystal’s Chronicles Repost (6/3/13): This is such a great post to re-read and share again.  Why?  Because this is a lesson I constantly learning.  Remembering how the Father loves me, both convicts and motivates me  show that same love to others….especially my children.

I think of myself as a loving person, I really do, but sometimes when I look back on my actions I see a hard callous heart and I’m saddened and shocked at what lies within.

I went out tonight…to some movies with my sister and cousins….a real girls night out. Drove all the way to see a double feature at a drive-in theatre. I was so glad to get out and laughed and had a good time…but…

As soon as I drove up in my driveway and let up the garage, my two girls came charging out of the door to greet me and to bombard me with questions. At least, that’s what I thought. I didn’t even give them the chance.

I rolled down my window and said, “Get back in the house….GET…BACK…IN…THE…HOUSE!” I just wasn’t ready for my evening to end. I mean…I just got back and haven’t even had a chance to breathe.

Then…I walked in the house. The kitchen was still dirty, leftovers from the pizza I bought for them was still laying out, and the living room was in shambles (at least according to my standards). I immediately began giving orders.

“I can’t believe that you two were home all evening and the kitchen still looks like this!”

“Did you every clean up your room? Is your bed made? Are the clothes off the floor? Why not? I told you to do it earlier today!”

“Who called? What do you mean you didn’t write it down?”

I don’t know…I just felt violated…like the little freedom I had was taken from me and… from the very people that continue to need me everyday. Don’t they have enough? How can they take more? Why do I have to continue to ask them over and over again to be obedient? Haven’t I given them enough where they would respond to my requests with glad hearts and thankfulness?

As silence fell on the house as my two dejected daughters finished their tasks and headed to their rooms, the still quiet voice of the Holy Spirit made it’s way into my heart and said…

“Now you know how I feel….”

I love you…and I’m patient with you…”

“Be more like me”

Matthew 11:29 – Take my yoke upon you, and learn from me; for I am gentle and humble in heart: and you shall find rest for your souls.

I’m on my way upstairs to kiss my girls and tell them I love them. Although their obedience is of utmost importance, so is my love. Lord, help me to learn to parent with love…the same love with which you parent me.