when i was in high school, my french teacher told me that i had a speech impediment and that she was going to cure me of it. i didn’t have a stutter or a lisp that required speech therapy. i had a verbal tic which caused me to use the word “like” multiple times in every sentence i uttered. “like, i totally get what you are saying mrs. broom and i will, like, really try harder.” my teacher wasn’t convinced and so she would gentle, loving, patiently hit me on the back of the head anytime i used the word within the reach of her hand.
thanks so mrs. broom’s unique approach, i eventually conquered my impediment but every once in awhile i become aware of other verbal habits i am forming. words or phrases i latch onto and use a lot. one such long-standing habits involves my family. i never get off the phone with my husband or family members without saying “i love you.” i must tell my kids, individually and corporately, a dozen times a day, “i love you.”
now before you go and paint me june cleaver, perhaps i should give some sample sentences. “no, you can’t buy a piranha…but i love you.” “sorry mom was impatient earlier…i love you.” “no, i didn’t remember to pick up that book from the library even though you reminded me several times…but i love you.” lately, i have been thinking about how more than the words i say, the things i do are teaching my kids just what it means to love someone. if i tell them over and over that i am what it means to be loved, then what are they learning. i shutter to think.
most of us know what the Bible says about love “Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.” is this what i am teaching my kids? not so much, except for maybe that last bit…desperately trusting, always hoping, mostly persevering.
my love may be so imperfect at times it barely resembles those words, but it is trying. and when it fails, my love does know how to apologize, how to be humble and rejoice in the truth. the trust that behind my love is a greater love. when my love falls short, i can fall back on God’s love to catch us.
so i can teach my kids about love. it just might not be my love they really need to learn about but rather God’s love for us all.my love is just a dew drop in the ocean of God’s love and though my love may be shallow and small, His love is deep and vast. in His love, we can swim…like totally.