It was amazing the number of trees in Baton Rouge that fell due to winds.
4 large trees fell in our yard alone, our street was blocked completely, and power was down for 10 days.
4 large trees fell in our yard alone, our street was blocked completely, and power was down for 10 days.
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Love this! You are too smart for your own good. It really got me thinking. Right now I'm really trying to discipline myself to seek what is really important in life and this is a perfect reminder of that. The paraphrase intrigued me so I googled I cor. 13 paraphrase and found this article which I wanted to share. I'm going to print all of these out and add to my resources list.
Author Sharon Hersh offers a paraphrase of 1 Corinthians 13 and encourages mothers to make this passage an integral part of their relationships with their daughters.
Love is patient. Love never gives up, even after asking eleven times, "Please tell me what's wrong."
Love is kind. Love cares more for my daughter than I do for a clean house, a full bank account or a quiet evening curled up with a good book.
It does not envy. Love doesn't want my daughter to be like any other girl in the world. Love wants her to be exactly who she is.
It does not boast. Love doesn't say, "I told you so," (even though I did tell her that she would be tired and irritable if she stayed up until 4:30 a.m.!)
It is not proud. Love doesn't take credit for her accomplishments — they are all hers!
It is not rude. Love doesn't expect her to dress like me, act like me or be interested in the same things I am.
It is not self-seeking. Love isn't always pushing your own agenda. Love lets her find her own way.
It is not easily angered. Love doesn't yell, "Don't you take that tone with me, young lady!"
It keeps no record of wrongs. Love doesn't keep score of the times she came in late, didn't clean her room or slammed her bedroom door.
Love does not delight in evil. Love hurts when she hurts and rejoices when she is glad.
But rejoices in the truth. Love takes pleasure in waiting for her timing, her growth and her emotional maturity — as if watching the delicate unfolding of a beautiful, blooming rose.
It always protects. Love puts up with sulking, crying, yelling, pouting, whining and complaining.
Always trusts. Love remembers that she is God's child – a magnificent loan for a while, but she is His.
Always hopes. Love always looks for the creative, beautiful, amazing girl behind the unpredictable, messy moody facade.
Always Perseveres. Love listens to her daughter's lament, "Mom, I hate my life!" and sees a chance to begin again, make new trust again, forgive again and demonstrate again that under-girding her relationship with her daughter is a commitment that the greatest earthquake cannot shake.
Love never fails. Love keeps going toward emotional maturity, unwilling to trade this difficult, demanding and infinitely rewarding journey for anything!
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Excerpted from "Mom, I Hate My Life!" . Copyright © 2004 by Sharon A. Hersh. Used by permission of WaterBrook Press, Colorado Springs, Colo. All rights reserved.
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