I came home from work to find my house in a mess. It was one of those messes where you think, “Qui ck, call the cops we’ve been robbed!” But after looking around a bit you realize it was only a ransacking. I noticed that while I was standing there having what was a close relative to an anxiety attack, everyone else was sitting in the living room. Quietly. Eyes fixed on technology. It became blazingly clear this was an inside job. I will admit, that after a difficult day, I wasn’t in the mood to deal with all of that, and it may have led to tears.
Was I angry with my children? A bit. Did I feel like my feelings weren’t being considered? You bet! Did I want everyone else to understand how taken for granted I felt? You wanna believe it! But do you know what happened? After I stood there explaining, they all just looked at me, like I was overreacting, and then went about their business. That didn’t sit well. If I was insulted before, I was over the top now. In my head I began to think about all of the times I had selflessly given to them, foregoing things that I really wanted or looked forward to so they could do or have something they really wanted.
This went on for a while. I was getting resentful, more hurt, and determined that from now on I’d be like Frank Sinatra and do it my way. You know what? They started putting things away, cleaning things up, getting out supper. What was worse, they gave me hugs. Now what was I to do? These people who had not moments before had me ready to run for the hills had now melted my heart. And you know what else? I was feeling terribly sorry for my attitude toward them.
We are a family. My children are blessings from the Father. Parents give selflessly for their kids, we teach them how to love and give selflessly for others. Their young minds are not focused on the things that make their mama happy, not because they don’t love me, but because they are kids. We as family work together to make things easier for each other, we give up things sometimes for the benefit of all. While we are each unique, we lay aside our individualism to become a part of something bigger and better than being alone. We share in the responsibility and we share in the benefits.
Our kids learn through example and through doing, that by helping each other we get things done faster, we accomplish more, and we have more time to spend doing things we enjoy. But, the same responsibility shouldn’t fall on kids as it does on adults.
I love how the family of God works in the same manner. God has created us as unique beings and yet we were never meant to be on our own. He created us to work better in a family, using our uniqueness to benefit all. There’s a huge cry for freedom, not from the things that keep us bound, but from fellowship together. How can we be separate from each other and still function as the body? 1 Corinthians 12:12 says, “The human body has many parts, but the many parts make up one whole body. So it is with the body of Christ.”
Just as our family experiences, there will be disagreements, disappointments, and hurts, but there will also be joy, excitement, breaking new ground, and victories to share together. Working though differences and forging ahead, not always agreeing but still loving, so that we can effectively be the Bride of Christ.