My van is a the most argument festering place on the planet. I swear, my kids can be happy as larks, but the second I hear seat belts buckle, little claws come out and tiny fangs descend.
~ His feet are on my chair. ~ He's pulling my seat belt. ~ Mom, he won't stop singing. ~ I had that book first. ~ I don't want that song. ~ I do want that song. ~He interrupted me. ~ He still won't stop singing.
{Sigh}
I'm telling you, if you'd like a crash course on family cohesiveness or working through relational strife, just hop in the van with my family and ride. For a long time.
Or not a long time...two nights ago, we were pulling out of our subdivision -less than a half mile from my driving way. I had barely even turned my blinker on when I heard, "Ahhh! Waaahhhhh! Mommmyy!"
I turn to see my five-year-old swatting his quick, little hand at his three-year-old brother. And growling. Yes, growling.
"Ethan? What is going on?"
"Well, Luke was spitting at me. I wanted him to stop."
"Buddy, if he's spitting at you, then tell me. I will make sure he stops. If you start swatting at him, then we have two problems. Spitting and swatting."
"But he was being mean to me."
"The Bible says as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. (Romans 12:18) It doesn't matter if he is spitting or hitting or swatting, as far as it depends on you - live at peace with your brother. You are only in charge on you. Yes Ma'am?"
Long pause. Then a small, "Yes, Ma'am."
~ His feet are on my chair. ~ He's pulling my seat belt. ~ Mom, he won't stop singing. ~ I had that book first. ~ I don't want that song. ~ I do want that song. ~He interrupted me. ~ He still won't stop singing.
{Sigh}
I'm telling you, if you'd like a crash course on family cohesiveness or working through relational strife, just hop in the van with my family and ride. For a long time.
Or not a long time...two nights ago, we were pulling out of our subdivision -less than a half mile from my driving way. I had barely even turned my blinker on when I heard, "Ahhh! Waaahhhhh! Mommmyy!"
I turn to see my five-year-old swatting his quick, little hand at his three-year-old brother. And growling. Yes, growling.
"Ethan? What is going on?"
"Well, Luke was spitting at me. I wanted him to stop."
"Buddy, if he's spitting at you, then tell me. I will make sure he stops. If you start swatting at him, then we have two problems. Spitting and swatting."
"But he was being mean to me."
"The Bible says as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. (Romans 12:18) It doesn't matter if he is spitting or hitting or swatting, as far as it depends on you - live at peace with your brother. You are only in charge on you. Yes Ma'am?"
Long pause. Then a small, "Yes, Ma'am."
I couldn't help but think how much I relate to Ethan. When the world starts spitting at me, I start to swat and growl and try to fix things myself. When really all I need to do is call on my Daddy to intervene. And live at peace.
If it is possible, as far as it depends on you, live at peace with everyone. Romans 12:18
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