I wrote this 2 years ago. Under the pile of used tissues and amidst the chorus of varying degrees of coughing, I have found these words worthy of review year after year.
Lessons from a Box of Tissues
“Do all things without grumbling or disputing; so that you will prove yourselves to be blameless and innocent, children of God above reproach in the midst of a crooked and perverse generation, among whom you appear as lights in the world”
The children’s ministries at our church are having all the children memorize the book of Philippians. Last week’s verse was above. “Now that’s a good one for my kids to hide in their hearts,” I thought. Complaints in my house run the whole spectrum.
“I hate spinach.”
“School is boring”
“We never get to do anything fun.”
But it soon became apparent that many of the gripes were coming from my own heart.
“I’m tired of being disrespected.”
“I wish homeschooling is easier.”
“My children never listen to me.”
The verse that I thought was just perfect for my grumbling children was the very one that needed to pierce my heart this week.
“It’s that time of year,” everyone seems to say. ‘Tis the season of colds, coughs, flu, and other sicknesses. And, our household was hit with all of the above this past week. I wish I could say I’m such a devoted wife and mother, who nursed her family back to health, even at the sacrifice of her own. Sadly, I have a lot of selfishness that needs to be dealt with. And, the Lord saw fit to purge it out of me by allowing our whole family, myself included, to get sick.
Towards the end of our week of quarantine, God mercifully granted me ears to hear myself complaining, and my whining bore a strong resemblance to the complaints of my own children, the very ones I have rebuked them about over and over again.
Thankfully, before I saw the bottom of the box of tissues, the Lord gave me eyes to see the immense log obstructing my own view, while I thought I was doing well remove to the microscopic specks out of my children’s eyes.
I did not treat my children with the grace that I have been given. The Lord Himself did not roll His eyes in exasperation at my failures. While my patience towards my children was reduced to tiny droplets, I experienced the abundant showers of God’s patience towards me.
During this most challenging week, the Lord has multiplied His tender mercies and lovingkindness towards me. From my self-made pedestal of supermom, God brought me low, showing me I needed to learn the same lessons as my children.