My boy was upset and he’s often upset.
He doesn’t “get” how the world works at times and for him most of our social structures are places of pain and confusion.
He doesn’t always listen well and sometimes when he does, he still doesn’t understand.
I tried to explain the “why’s” of his latest conflict to him but the pain still turned to anger and the anger was directed toward me because there was no one else willing to receive it.
He said I didn’t love him.
I said, “I’m loving you as much as you’ll let me”.
Now, the reality is that I love him far more than that, but what he’s able to receive is limited by his attitude and experience.
He doesn’t understand that neither his circumstances or sin can affect how much he’s loved.
That doesn’t diminish the quality or quantity of love available to him, it limits him.
I wish more than anything else I wish for that he could know and experience the depths of how much he is loved.
This morning I woke up feeling like the bottom of an ashtray.
One year older, no job, conflict online that ruins my peace offline, shaky health and shaken confidence…and nothing to write about this morning.
I sarcastically thanked God for his “loving” care on the way to the coffee pot.
“I’m loving you as much as you’ll let me” came the response from on high.
Make your own application…