Wednesday, October 24, 2007

Fran: A Mom's Version of 1 Corinthians 13

I read this last night in our group and was asked by several people to post it here. This is from a devotional bible I have but was originally in a book called "When the handwriting on the wall is in brown crayon" by Susan L. Lenzkes.

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Though I lecture and harp at my children and have not love, I will be background noise to rebellious thoughts.

And though I wisely warn them not to use the street as a playground, or they'll be killed; and though I patiently explain why snails live in mobile homes, and I give endless answers to life's other mysteries; and though I have faith that can remove mountains of ignorance - yet never hug my children - I have taught nothing.

And though I slave over a steaming stove with balanced diets and complicated recipes and even burn my fingers - yet never smile as I serve - I have not really fed them.

A truly loving mother suffers through unfinished sentences, clutter, nicks on furniture, sleepless nights and adolescent insults, and is kind enough to think her kids are the greatest. A loving mother tries not to resent her children for being free like she used to be, and she doesn't brag about how she never talked to her mom that way.

Real love considers a childish nightmare more urgent than her need for sleep; is not shattered by the title "Meanest Mom"; doesn't shame a toddler who breaks training or a teen who still spills milk; steadfastly refuses to entertain visions of escape; and does not smirk as her child trips over the toy he refused to put away (but with silent wisdom rejoices in the effective lessons of experience).

Mother love has arms strong from lifting, a heart large with believing, a mind stretched with hoping, shoulders soft with enduring and knees bent with committing.

True mother-love never fails to point her child to the Author of Love.

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"And now these three remain; faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love."
1 Corinthians 13:13

4 comments:

Sylvia said...

As soon as I get the arrow of conviction out of my heart...I'll respond... Ouch!!! Ok.
After not sleeping well for about a week, Noelle woke me twice recently, in the middle of the night with growing pains in her legs. The first time I was dearest mom, the second time I was "mommy dearest"! Does it count how many times in the night they wake you up before you're allowed to be grumpy?

Fran said...

Ummm, do you really want me to answer that? (I suspect it's along the same lines as the forgiveness thing; 70 times 7? See, I knew you didn't want me to answer! lol)

We've found that a warm rice sock is very helpful for those growing pains if you think she'd try it. :)

suzzanne said...

Fran thanks for sharing this with us. It certainly does hit some sensitve areas for me!
Love you!

Kim said...

Fran, I just love that! Thank you so much for bringing it Tuesday and for taking the time to share it here. Love ya! :)