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Tuesday, February 10, 2009

Flu-bug Flashback

In honor of the bug that decided to set up camp in my body and all the memories that being pent up in this wonderful house for the last few days has unleashed, I am reposting an oldie but goodie from the not-so-distant-yesteryear. Enjoy this Flu-bug Flashback!

The Day the Oatmeal Hit the Floor


How good and pleasant it is when brothers live together in unity." Psalm 133:1 NLT

Some days I feel like there are the fights and arguments themselves and the times leading up to the fighting and quarreling among my children.

I have to remind myself that raising children requires training them in righteousness (II Timothy 3:16) and that if they exhibited the right behavior or followed the right path all the time--or even most of the time--we wouldn't have been given so much instruction in God's Word on training children.

Teach your children to choose the right path, and when they are older, they will remain upon it. Proverbs22:6 NLT

Webster's defines training as guiding the growth of mentally and morally and instructionally so as to make proficient. When I taught school, one key to mastery was repetition...so, each day we set out to "Do everything without arguing..." (Philippians 2:14)

We practice over and over all day long, day after day.

My children hear my common refrain, " God gave you brothers and sisters to be your friends...you get to live with your best friends...you never have to be bored or play alone. Enjoy one another. Be kind to one another. Love one another."

Isn't that every mother's desire, that her children would love one another?

Then suddenly it comes...the moment...If I'm not paying attention I can miss it. They are playing a game--together...having fun--together...singing...talking... reading...cuddling...camping...coloring...running...jumping... racing...whatever... they're just doing it together--wonderfully, happily, joyfully--together!

These are the moments I pause to savor...to say a prayer of thanks that God's truth is sinking into their souls. I love to engrave these images on my heart holding fast to the memory...my children enjoying the fruits of loving one another...of the blessing of living in unity.

I've also noticed these times are coming more and more frequently and lasting longer in our home.

They're learning to pick up where they left off the evening before, to share, to take turns, to submit to one another; quite simply, they're learning to love

Then something happens to reinforce it...as if I ever had any doubts.

It had been one of those days...the arguing kind.

I was tired. They were tired.

I was hungry. They were hungry.

It was almost dinnertime. Time to call day it and look forward to a beautiful, new tomorrow...a new beginning...a do-over.

I was feeding the baby. They were all in the kitchen.

Then I heard it...the commotion...the bickering...the rustling...the semi-explosion...the loud gasps...the snickering...the whispers...the quiet giggles...

As I carefully treaded my way to the kitchen, I saw it, an entire canister of oatmeal on the floor...on the counter...in the drawers...behind the refrigerator...everywhere.

The kids were all huddled together tightly holding hands staring at me wide-eyed. They weren't fighting or blaming or accusing or pointing any fingers. The oatmeal had hit the floor...this was serious!

The oldest spoke, "We all did it--together."

They stood silently slumped in the corner of the kitchen, waiting for me to lower the boom. I had to turn around to hide my smile...together--we did it--together...magical words...happy words...music to my ears.

"As long as we're working together," I say, "let's clean up together." One got the broom, one got the dustpan and one got the vacuum.

We worked--together.

I felt reassured that when they need each other the most, the days the oatmeal hits the floor, my kids will pull together as a team...as friends...as a family...as brothers and sisters who love each other and will be able to see one another through any trial.

We got it...the reason God gave us brothers and sisters.

"A friend is always loyal, and a brother is born to help in time of need." Proverbs 17:17 NLT

Whether it be sickness, loss or conflict, my hope is that they will love each other through it, remain loyal, and hold each other up when one is weak.

I pray they will learn to love one another as brothers and as friends.

5 comments:

Luanne said...

Hope everyone is up and about real soon!

Molly said...

Thank you for this post! We are so trying to instill this in our children at a young age and at 2 and 3 sometimes we only see tiny flashes when they get it! Being 1 of 4 I learned so much from my sisters and still do. They are my best friends and I want my kids to feel the same blessing from having siblings. You are right, it teaches them so much about how God wants us as a family to glorify Him and live in unity, but it also helps prepare them for the world and relationships to come.

Love, love, love this post!

Renee said...

I loved this when you posted it the first time and even more the second! Thanks for letting me enjoy it again.

Joyful said...

Oh Lisa, your children are precious.

With my son being an only child, I have missed most of this experience. When he was younger he would sometimes argue with me over things, and although I had to teach him to obey and respect his Mom, I would also cut him a little slack as I realized without having siblings he needed to vent his frustrations and learn to work together with others as well.

Hope you're feeling better.
Love & prayers,
Joy

B His Girl said...

I am praying for exactly what this post was about with my three children. There was a big skirmish last night with 2 of mine. God gave me insight to speak to my teen about the power of our words. I love the oatmeal story. Together.