Get ready. I'm gonna let you in on a little secret...
Sometimes I find it really hard to love others. Sometimes I find it hard to love myself (usually not). Sometimes I find it hard to love my kids, my husband, or my friends. There are times when it is easy to love. There are times it comes so naturally that I wonder about how I ever struggle with it other days.
And then... my friend... are those days. When all I want to do is crawl into a corner and scream because I just can't take another person saying, "You live here because of the weather." (yes, I have moved away from people truly precious for some sunny skies and mild temperatures. I am precisely that shallow). I actually do like the weather here very much, but it would be among the dumbest reasons for living here.
There are the days when the kids fight fight fight, and rare is the moment when someone is not in tears.
When you're standing in the checkout line, and your kids are melting down because you won't buy them that ridiculous screeching toy while you wait and hope that the person in front of you is finally out of coupons.
There are days when I want to scream at the mother who is wailing on her son because he asked for a dime.
Those days. Know what I'm talking about?
One early morning I was sitting outside, drinking a cup of tea, rehashing the events of the past few days in my mind. Why am I so bad at loving others? It should be easy to love... right? It should be, but it isn't. Because we're all just a bunch of sinners down here. Because we say dumb things, we lash out in our pain, and sometimes, we are just selfish. I sat and stared at the tea leaves as they gently swirled around the bottom of my cup.
Why was it so hard to love those around me?
Gently, His words swirled around the bottom of my soul, You're not living in my love. Your foraging and scratching to live out your own love. You'll run out. You'll run dry. Choose MY love.
Short and sweet- choose love. Choose love in this moment, wherever He has you. Whatever He has you doing. Whether it's changing a diaper, settling the seemingly life altering decision of who gets what color of toothbrush, or responding to a heart worn hard, choose love.
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