Ever have one of those frustrating moments, when you can’t help but think, What just happened?
I just drove 20 minutes, one-way, to the pool, only to discover my pool bag–with goggles, towel, and everything I need to swim–wasn’t in the car.
Only I hadn’t moved it.
Had someone broken in?
Nope.
Leif knew I had planned to clean my car, a once in a decade activity, so to make it easier, he removed my mounds of clutter, empty wrappers, and gobblygook. After a flare of frustration, I realized, he was acting in love.
When we Do Love, and not just talk or think about love, we will trip over one another. It’s natural. It’s normal.
Perhaps the tripping, the oopsie moments, the crossed wires, are the sign that we’re growing in love and living as if love is a verb.
Take a moment, now, and think about someone who maybe frustrated you this week (or you frustrated)… what if they were just living love as a verb and ya’ll tripped over each other?
What if there’s beauty in that?
How much better to live a life where you’re tripping over each other in love, than not loving at all?
“Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.” Ephesians 4:2-3
Love well this week!
Yes, I do try to consider that as a father it’s not just that they made a mess, ruined things, and lied about it. but why they did it. My autistic son as far as I could tell never lied until he was about 12. Obviously, a trait learned from his brothers and sister. He was terrible at it. A rebuke from me was usually enough to bring him to tears. And repentance. That was where the matter dropped. The older boys thought that unfair. Me to wish they were as easy to correct as he was. Can’t complain overall they were better behaved than I was at their age.