I took a bite out of crime the other day.
Okay, it was just a chocolate chip cookie from Subway, but the way the delicious chocolatey morsels melted onto my fingertips, it might as well be criminal.
But if Ariella was to tell it, she’d say that wasn’t the true crime. It wasn’t that the delicious delicacy wasn’t mine to partake in, either. The crime was that her dessert should NOT have been indulged until AFTER I finished my dinner.
Once Ariella realized the bite taken from her dessert, she came with her questioning guns blazing: “Mama, why did you take a bite out of my cookie before your dinner?”
I replied, “Because I’m your mother! Stop questioning me, child!”
Okay, well that’s what I wanted to say, feeling a bit cookie cornered.
Instead, I said, “I wanted to taste it.”
(I don’t think it’s wise to get into the tidbit about my insatiable sweet tooth.)
Ariella replied, “But won’t it ruin your dinner?” and as the sweet deliciousness neared her mouth she continue with, “I CAN have MY dessert because I ate MY tuna sandwich first.”
“Yes, you can, Ariella!” I said starring intently into her eyes as a chocolate chip eclipsed my covetous gaze.
More than Food Inspectors
Despite the unique details of this dinner-dessert dilemma, the realization that our children are listening and watching us is so pronounced in my mind from this incident. As she’s trying to make sense of the world through her home lenses, I don’t want Ariella to see hypocrisy is simply a part of a Christian adult’s DNA. It’s the gene that ascribes to my version of the old adage, “Do as I say, not as you see.”
As she’s trying to make sense of the world through her home lenses, I don’t want her to see hypocrisy is simply a part of a Christian adult’s DNA. It’s the gene that ascribes to my version of the old adage, “Do as I say, not as you see.”
You see, our children are watching, and they’re more than food inspectors at that. 🙂 They are more like truth detector, in fact. They long to see if what we say actually has weight–weight in guiding our own ways.
Grace is Her Middle Name
Now, now. Andy and I won’t pretend to walk on perfect plastic eggshells. Daddy and Mommy don’t always do as they should, you know. That’s just the way our life’s cookie crumbles. And that’s when we ask Ariella to live up to her middle name: Grace is her middle name.
In fact, naming her grace was intentional. Our first child, Ariella “Lioness of God,” serves as our reminder that our family is founded on receiving God’s grace and extending it to one another as a result. Besides, Mommy and Daddy require grace and forgiveness when they miss the mark, because parenting isn’t always a “walk in the park.”
To be perfect or expect perfection from others isn’t what you’ll see in our home. How can it be? Stay under our roof and you’ll see why in a day’s time alone.
Our family’s frail in our flesh. Oh, but we’re fierce in our forgiveness.
Written on the hearts in our grace-based home, in plain sight for Detective Ariella Grace “Holmes” to observe is something like this:
Take inventory of what you hear and what you see,
We pray you’ll be an apple who won’t fall far from your family tree.
And if there’s one thing we hope to show,
It’s that our family thrives because we abide and grow.
Grow in love. Grow in grace.
Grow by His Word. Grow in our faith.
No, your parents aren’t perfect.
Nor will we ever be.
Yet as we grow in grace,
More of God’s heart you’ll see.
We pray that as we thrive in grace,
You’ll witness how grace has set us free!
To THRIVE in FAMILY is to THRIVE in GRACE!
Comment below about what thriving in family means to you or a takeaway or two.