I got busy this week and didn’t get to my regular Monday post. But here I am! You hopefully caught Beth’s post about how love believes on Monday. I hope you all had a merry Christmas! My week has been an amazing time with family. A few weeks ago, I was at a Christmas concert at a church where my dear friends and mentors are now the music pastors. I watched as he conducted a choir and full orchestra and his wife cheered him on from the front row, singing every line. I have always been moved by their devotion to each other, and it was bearing witness to lifelong dreams being fulfilled. The song What Child is This was being performed, a friend I was sitting with leaned over and said, “Do you know what laud means?” Embarrassed, I shrugged and had to google it. I have sung this song my…
I can’t think of a more protective love than that of a parent. As parents, we want to protect our kids from pain. For my fellow adoptive parents out there, we want to shield them from rejection and the pain of abandonment – which I fear is not only impossible but inevitable at least on some level. As Beth put it, it means “I’ve got your back”. David and I came up with a motto early in our courtship, “you, me & God”. I think of it as our take on Ecclesiastes 4:12 – Though one may be overpowered, two can defend themselves. A cord of three strands is not quickly broken.
Beth and I are continuing our look at love. What does it mean to rejoice in the truth? I can tell you what it means to me where I’m at in life right now. I cling to God’s promises – because they are truth. The truth is truth no matter how I feel. It remains steadfast and unwavering regardless of circumstance. The truth is the truth no matter what you or I happen to believe. Truth conquers doubt. I cling to God’s holy word – because IT is truth. It’s my lamp. It’s my road map. I rejoice in this truth, and in it I experience but a glimpse of God’s love. I say a “glimpse” because my human mind is too small to ever fully comprehend who God is. He is too big. Unfathomable. Rain or shine, the truth remains. Constant. There is love in that.
I didn’t think I was the gloating type. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t enjoy hitting my husband with an “I told ya so” when appropriate. Not exactly kind or loving, huh? Gloating is what Beth & I are looking at today. At almost 19 years of marriage, I’m guessing I’ve said it thousands of times. The worst part of it is that it changes nothing! It doesn’t turn the clock back. It doesn’t make things better. In fact, depending on the situation – it can really hurt someone’s feelings. Honestly, I don’t need to be right. I don’t have to win. What’s the prize? A ribbon that says “congratulations, you’re a jerk”? So, this is me. Trying to be better. Because love doesn’t gloat, so neither should I. Especially with the one I love most. **No Beatles cover this week. I’m just tired.**