After 38 years in the same house, my grandparents are moving from the family farm to a house in the city today. I received a text with a picture from my brother. On top of the wooden, antique pie cooling cabinet, was my printed name in marker. I must not have been much older than my daughter is now, five, when I left my “Julia was here” impression. (When Natalie saw it, she told me that I should have washed it off :)
I have absolutely no recollection of this event. I can remember other things that I did at Grandma’s, but I do not remember writing my name on top of the T.V. cabinet. Why not? I do not think that my Grandparents made a big deal out of it. They recognized my poor choice as being childish, not defiant. They didn’t scold me when I spilled pop on their carpet after she advised me it wasn’t a good idea to bring pop into the living room and place it on the floor.
The experience was a humbling reminder that at one time I was just as childish as my children are now. I still am in many ways. My heavenly Father is so patient with me, and does not scold me or punish me because I am an inconvenience to Him, but for my good and motivated by love for me.
My prayer for today is that, “Love one another, for Love will cover a multitude of sins.” I Peter 4:8 That I would always be a source of overflowing love for my children. In my own strength, I cannot accomplish this command, but with God’s help I can do all things! ~Julia