Sometimes, at our house, we snap and shove and use mean outside voices. Sometimes, we are irritated and selfish and resentful. Sometimes we scheme and exclude and brush each other off. Sometimes brows are furrowed in discouragement and books are closed too firmly and pencils are sharpened longer than necessary. Sometimes we frown when we could smile, and don't make eye contact, when we could. Sometimes we cry, and love is hard to see.
Sometimes.
Sometimes, though, I hear a toddler call his sister sweetly, and she leaps up gladly to run to him.
Sometimes the two warring ones sit with heads together, reading fairy poems or "making" cat food.
Sometimes, unexpected, a sister offers to take her cranky brother outside so my Farmer and I can have a whine-less chat.
Sometimes, my eyes are opened, if only for a moment, to see the eternal reality at work in my family. Training lasts only for a season; love endures forever.
[note to older mothers: if I am deluded, somehow, please allow me my momentary delusion. I need it today.]
Sweet post! No delusion... I embrace the peeks of eternal reality at work in my family. It is my hope especially for a young adult child of mine that I pray for continually that her eyes will be opened to truth. Love endures forever.
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