Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things (I Corinthians 13:7)
My front yard is a mud pit. My backyard is a mud pit. My entire garden is about to be buried and my black car has footprints of dirt everywhere.
There is a blue pit pot sitting in my front yard and my dogs get a 3-foot area to do their business.
Yep, my yard has been under construction the last 6 months and we are getting toward the end of a long mud slogging journey. We are thankful and we are certain our neighbors are planning a party of their own.
Nearly 18 months ago, my husband and I made the long prayerful decision to help my aging mom with a small place to call her own on the back corner of our property. Through discussions, opinions, and prayers, the family gave their blessing and we moved forward.
This weekend we had the joy of welcoming family into this mess to see the progress, laugh at the adventure, and revel in the excitement of what was to come.
As everyone was out exploring, helping, and adding their own piece, I looked out from my kitchen window and thought this structure, made of sticks and drywall, is a reminder of what love looks like.
This place for an aging loved one isn’t always practical or possible for everyone, so we feel fortunate. But my dad, upon his passing provided a way for my mom to be taken care of. He was blessed to have a way to invest and save and allow her the opportunity–eight years after his glorious home going–to move and have peace of mind. He watched out for her and he trusted this would be well done.
God did a similar thing for each of us. Although His gift is completely holy and absolutely perfect, He left us and we are taken care of. He sent us a Helper, The Holy Spirit, and through His omnipresence and omnipotence, He provides a place of safety and refuge in the darkest of days. (Matthew 28:19-20) He is a light in the uncertainty and a hope in the hard and messy.
This Jesus, bears all things with me, believes all things about me, hopes all things for me, and endures all things at my side.
He takes care of His people. He takes care of them individually as if they were the only one.
In this moment, I was reminded that I need to keep tabs on my own priorities. What am I surrendering to? Am I taking care of what God has placed in front of me? Am I leaning into these people and loving them the way He asks me to?
Everyday, intentional decisions are so hard.
I will admit I would rather scroll through my email some days than listen to my fifth grader tell me about his adventure on his video game.
Watching MY favorite show, rather than something my husband might enjoy is my preference.
These winter days, rather than go shoot hoops with my son, or paint my nails with my daughter, I would love to craft or write….or sleep.
While there is definitely a place for self-care, personal investment, and rest, sometimes I forget that just because my family doesn’t need me in the same way they used to as they are growing, doesn’t mean they don’t need me at all.
These people we are surrounded with, are the ones He has given us to share eternity with.
Take care of your people. This is love.