As I stood there in the store my eyes got a little misty and I actually started to tear up a little. So happy at the thought of spring, so happy to have a pair of rubber boots in my hands.
Spring is coming. Easter is coming. Patience is all that is required.
Awhile ago I was praying about my kids. The prayer, as usual, went something like this:
"I love them so much...but they can be so frustrating....but they can be so difficult...but it can be exhausting....but I can't seem to keep that edge out of my voice sometimes."
The response I got was "Love is patient and kind."
Patient. Kind. I had heard that verse so many times, seen it on so many decorative plaques, that the words had lost all meaning for me, but they suddenly hit home.
I love my kids. I love them so much it hurts, so much that I would do anything for them, right?
Yet there I am snapping at my toddler for taking way too much toilet paper again and jerking the baby away from climbing on the potty again.
The Christian call is not an easy one. It requires that I love with God's love, that is, perfectly. It requires that I love my kids patiently and kindly every minute of every day. And it is hard. In fact, it is impossible without grace.
I humbly ask, Lord, that you grant me patience and kindness, especially in these days of waiting for Easter and waiting for spring.
To sustain us as we wait, here are some pictures from Easter morning two years ago: