One look at my boys' face and I knew my personal plans for relaxing may need to be shoved aside. He poured out his bus trauma in great detail and dramatic flourish. (He is his mother's son. What can I say?) He confessed that the three boys that continue to dog him with mean words and name calling had continued today all the way home... and he confessed that he had called them some of those names back trying to "defend himself." As a mother, I was instantly irritated that all of this was continuing. After so much school involvement... but I was more frustrated with my own son for engaging and I sat him down and told him so. I lectured him on being "above reproach" and "killing others with kindness" and "turning the other cheek" and blah, blah, blah... all the mom-ism's he KNOWS so well. He knew. He admitted his error and after some hugs and plans for Monday we let the matter drop because the weekend was upon us.
this post about Ellison. My own personal "Mama" mission field. Well... Ellison has a brother. We'll call him Adam. Adam was one of the three boys from the bus that continually picks on JJ.
Everything in me was cringing because I knew what was coming. Kids locked out. Again. For the dozenth time this year so far. Friday night. Rain outside. No coats. They'd have to come inside. Indefinitely. I'd have to feed them snacks, make sure everyone got along and deal with making sure absent parents were located. I stood in my kitchen listening to Ellison call her father... listening to him not answer... listening to her message. And I felt stubborn. I scrambled for reasons to say they couldn't stay.
But then I heard it and my heart breaks in the retelling. The Lord quietly whispered into my heart and said, "Let them in. See what I do. If you have not love.... you gain nothing. Say yes.." And so I did. Tears are streaming as I tell you that it was one of the best afternoons we've ever had. I pulled Adam aside and gently but firmly had a Mom talk with him. In front of JJ, and I made sure he knew that JJ was going to be in just as much trouble if he continued engaging. Adam solemnly nodded and then tried to blame it on another boy. I looked him in the eye and gently told him that though that may be true... all it often takes is one person standing up for what's right and that's what I expected of him from now on. And then we invited him in, fed them both and they proceeded to play checkers for the next two hours until parents finally showed up on my doorstep. Adam and JJ parted as newly discovered friends.
And I could have missed it. That whisper... it was so quiet.
1 Corinthians 13: 1-3 "If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing."
If I make cute mugs of apple cider for my kids but have not love, I am nothing. If I have a big barnwood table and make cute pies in jars but have not enough love and invite others in to sit at it when it's inconvenient for me, I gain nothing. If I make my house cute, keeping out messy people who get mud on my pillows, but have not love, I am just a clanging symbol that makes a lot of annoying noise. And I sure don't want to be that.
Let's go through the day listening for those majestic whispers. The heart we please when we do that is very great indeed.