And that's how I want my home to be. Real. We're gonna make mistakes, we're gonna let our kids climb trees only to have them fall out and break their arms. I'm gonna say things and forget to hold my tongue. I'm gonna "dent" Hubs and he's gonna "dent" me. My kids will fight (darn) and I'm gonna lose my patience. We're gonna look at each other and realize that we're bruised, dented, gross looking fruit. I'll probably think Hubs and my Love Bugs are more dented than me... but that's the plank in my eye talking.
I wish I could avoid all of this but we're human and humans make mistakes.
I tend to be one of those humans who makes many mistakes and very blatantly because I'm so "over-the-top" loud and expressive. I remember in college thinking that it must be so nice to sin "in quiet" instead of how I usually sinned... right out there in front of everyone. Now I sin "in quiet" and I realize its just as bad if not worse... because there is no accountability should I choose not to ask for it.
So I saw this fruit, realized how perfectly delicious it was despite its appearance and realized that I want my home to be a place where "real people live"... meaning that our home has to be a home to grace and love... we have to know that dents and bruises *will* happen but God still wants to use us and love us despite our nasty appearances. My home is a home where dents can be forgiven and healed, where bruises are given a rest and long deep breaths are taken. I don't want some manufactured home with people who seem like they have it all together. I want a place where we are free to make mistakes and then pick each other back up and keep trekking together.
My home has to be a real place for real people... cause if it's not it ain't gonna work.
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I love this. I second all of it- especially the "sinning loud and in public", yup, that's me too. My email is coming! Hugs and love to you...
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