I go to great lengths to design systems that make it easier for our large family to have this. A large part of that is those ever talked about entry ways. We crave the beautiful mud rooms and entryways that fall on each magazine cover. We buy baskets and bins and buckets and boards trying to make this work. I've shared with you our basement entry way.
I was over the moon when I found this at a flea market for our shoes at the front door.
I went there. The front door. It's my nemesis. It brings out the not-so-pretty side of me. You know -- the poo that we talk about in the last post.
My dream of coming in the door to loveliness is just that - a dream. Notice the emptiness of those lovely cubbies for the boys above. That's because their coats, and guns, and bags, and binoculars, and footballs, and whatever else is on the floor just in front of my perfectly designed system.
I'm ashamed. My children are so glad to be home that they rush in the door and drop their gear to come into our home where they feel comfortable and loved and glad to be there.
Do you feel it mounting? Now, I've felt hope at coming home; disappointment at the disaster; frustration at the system not working; and now I've topped it off with a big ol' scoop of guilt.
Now -- I'm supposed to choose my words wisely. No yelling. Bite my tongue.
Is a mess really worth complaining about? I'm just glad I was blessed with them. I remind myself that someday they will be gone and the house will be immaculate and I will be sad and missing them.
I think of the verse "A soft answer turns away wrath..."
So do I choose to say nothing at all? That's grace right? Just pick up the mess and move on. I want to be a peacemaker. I want peace not a battle over being reminded for the bajillionth time (that's a real number) to please pick up your stuff!
"Giving a soft answer doesn't mean I don't give a truthful one"
When we don't deal with our frustration and teach our precious ones how to be a part of a team that makes this wonderful place we call home, we feel that bubble rising up. That bubble of resentment and frustration that can too often lead to bitterness over something simple.
If you've known me long, you know that I absolutely L-O-v-e Proverbs 31. There's a little verse...
"She opens her mouth wisdom, and on her tongue is the law of kindness" (Proverbs 31:26)
I've always thought of this verse as always being kind when I open my mouth. But you know what - this can go a little deeper. I can also let this verse empower me that I am to teach the law of kindness.
If I can open my mouth with wisdom, on my tongue can be the law of kindness, teaching my children how kind and thoughtful it is to take care of their responsibilities and blessing. It's not just a "test" for me on how much I can take and restrain my mouth?? It's my approach. I'm a teacher by trade and I've been missing this -- God's Word is so transforming!! These moments are where God wants me to impart life and grace in a teachable moment to the precious ones in my pasture!!
That's the role God has called me to as a peacemaker. Not to be silent and full of frustration and guilt. But, to use wisdom to teach, and be an example of peacemaking.
Keep It Shut encourages us to take the "Climate Change Challenge":
Briefly list the last three to five times you let loose of your anger verbally, unloading on your family.
What commonalities do you notice in these situations?
Based on what the events have in common, what patterns or triggers do you recognize about why or when your anger tends to get the better of you?
For me it's when I've let the disease to please infect my interactions. I've taken offenses and pretended I was enjoying the situation and interpreting that as being a peacemaker rather than using wisdom and graceful words to teach the laws of kindness.
Mine's the front door. What's your next pasture for peacemaking?
From R7 to you --
Be a blessing.
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The laundry on the bathroom floor next to the laundry basket?
Thanks for the encouragement!
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Blessings,
Laura of Harvest Lane Cottage
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