It’s an average Tuesday afternoon. I’m cooking a bunch of meals to freeze. It’s getting hotter in the kitchen and I’m getting louder on my kids who are whining and hungry and fighting and tired and throwing Lego at the ceiling and tantrums on the floor.
I can see how this is going to go.
Because I’ve had other afternoons like this. The unravel has begun and I can see the day’s fibres whizzing loose from my happy mom ensemble. I’m nearly stripped of kind composure and the boys are tripping over tangled heaps of angry words at my feet. Loose threads lying ugly to end the day threadbare –
Leaving them hanging.
So how do I live this day differently?
Like in that movie. How do I live this day first time round as if it was second time round and I knew this time round how to do it better? How do I pick up dropped stitches and tie tight the slack strings with truth and love? What does freakin’ difficult obedience look like in the kitchen on a Tuesday?
I hear Paul from somewhere across the ages clear his throat politely. See – thing is – ‘The temptations in your life are no different from what others experience. And God is faithful. He will not allow the temptation to be more than you can stand. When you are tempted, he will show you a way out so that you can endure.’ (1 Corinthians 10:13)
Not a loophole. Not an easy exit. Not an opt out.
A way out.
He will show me a way out.
Like, way. Totally.
Way. Truth. Life.
There’s another voice in the kitchen – ‘I am the way, the truth, and the life. No one can come to the Father except through me.’ (John 14:16)
I remember I’m not looking for answers on my own. The Way into the truth about how to do life and live it for the Father – he’s right here with me in the mess of cheese grated and juice split and sorry sighed and hugs snugged on the tiles.
And I can almost see the pathways being furrowed and webbed in the brains and hearts of these little boys. They fight. I say, ‘Don’t fight.’ They whine. I say, ‘Don’t whine.’ They throw things high and fast and wild and flush dead moths down the loo and I say,
Don’t. Don’t. Don’t.
So they reverse down those same roads. Make the grooves deeper. Retreat. Back where they started.
And I’m thinking maybe I need to be showing them new paths? A way to walk away from the rut they’re grinding with heels dug in.
A way out.
So they whine and I say, ‘Stop! Tell me three things you’re grateful for?’ And they fight and I say, ‘Stop! What was the most fun thing that happened at school today?’ Distract. Detract. Detour from the trudge-trudge of Dos and heavy Don’ts to plough unchartered heartland where small souls can gulp fresh breath and run free.
So if you’re new here, this year’s series is about obedience – our highest worship – and how it takes truth and courage to live the yes life. Because what needs to be done (truth) needs to be done (courage) and the doing is beautiful obedience. (Click to tweet.)
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