Love is patient…
Yet love can only be patient when it is first grateful…
And it can only be grateful when it remembers:
- There are no emergencies
- There are all, only, gifts
- There are never fears…
That is what I am thinking as we pour pancake batter into the griddle on a Saturday morning.
Milky, buttery circles loop about the pan in interconnected rings, misshapen hearts that sizzle and pop. A toddler looms dangerously close to heat. A preschooler anxiously slops more. A lanky one flips prematurely, batter oozing, dripping. Sensitive child bursts into tears that the hearts are all smeared, the rings mashed. Oldest, with egg poised to crack, asks if I want more? More? More of this careening ride? I sense a loudness, akin to a pleading howl, surging close to my lips.
The Spirit soothes, strokes the frayed edges: “Love is patient.”
Love is patient.
How can I be patient in the tipsiness of this domestic chaos? How can I be patient in the pain of now?Click to read the rest of this post over at February’s Christian Women Online
How can I be patient in the tipsiness of this domestic chaos? How can I be patient in the pain of now?Click to read the rest of this post over at February’s Christian Women Online
