Friday, January 18, 2013
This week, I stumbled on the path. The turning point. Decision time.
Total raw, realness. I picked up pieces. A precious pink princess crumbling a bit. A 4 year old dealing with the past. A past she never created. Her sweetness having to carry things little ones should never carry.
I admit it. I got angry. Angry at the parents who didn't know how to love. My emotions bubbled over. Would I be able to love them? To really love? I have always wanted to hug them when we meet, today I felt like slapping instead. Tough day.
Fuming in my own frustration, I crumpled. Then I realized, who do we really fight? And the reason I write my lessons learned in this pool of grace surfaced. My last post, remember Sarah, remember.
The parents, look past them. I too have been forgiven much and drenched in lavish grace. Step into the right battle. Jesus knew how to fight, who to fight, making sure to always slap the real enemy.
My response, I scooped up 'lil joy'. We snuggled up on the comfy couch, cuddled up in cozy warm. I pushed aside the struggle. I loved.
Within a few minutes, all wrapped up, she fell asleep. I could only hold her closer. Momma Sarah, all wrapped up, I dozed as well. We both woke up smiling. I had hugged. I had slapped. Slapped the enemy, with a mighty weapon. Love.