I’m gonna start a band.
I think I’ll call it something like “Screaming Babies” or “Teething Toddlers” or “the Napstreet Boys”.
I like taking my inspiration from reality.
Children have this uncanny ability to become life’s greatest teachers. Here is what countless parents, grandparents, aunties and unckies have learned thus far:
– you are now equipped to handle any sort of noise torture
– nothing phases you anymore. If there is not a serious amount of blood involved then it’s probably not as bad as it sounds and I repeat – nothing phases you anymore.
– you become inept, I mean adept at having what used to be a normal 30 minute conversation with your mom on the phone. You still have them . . over the course of 4 weeks. . . in 2-3 minute increments – and always followed by a crash somewhere in the house and an “uh, I gotta go”.
Mostly, children teach you about the depth of love’s patience though.
And I don’t mean tolerance.
I mean patience.
Love is patient.
Which means love doesn’t snap, or scream, or threaten.
It repeats itself gently.
It is calm.
I like that about love.
And I like that about God.
He’s not demanding that I do things his way or he’ll go Old Testament on me. Instead, he guides me. He shows me a better way to live and shows me how to live it.