“There is power (power), wonder working power, in the blood (in the blood) of The Lamb”….was how my day started. A bit sarcastic to my core, I immediately thought of the mosquito meme from Facebook. (In case you haven’t seen it, It says, “I want to be so full of Jesus that when a mosquito bites me he flies away screaming “There’s power in the blood!” “) The meme stuck with me because mosquitos seriously seek me out for their feasts. If you see me out and I am in a long skirt, it has nothing to do with religion or modesty (although I am both religious and modest!), it has to do with covering the massive number of bites on my legs. My husband says that mosquitoes come from ten miles away to get a taste of my blood. I seriously think he is onto something.
I digress. At any rate, there I am walking down the hall singing this song in my head. Children wake up, they eat, brush their teeth, they argue and whine, and the song is still there. By my second cup of coffee I begin to think about what it could mean. Salvation, got it. Love of Jesus, got it. Comfort in knowing someone always has my back, got it. Uh-oh, time to start school and I have forgotten to let the chickens out (again!). I give Oliver his pre-k math assignment and Layton starts on Social Studies and I run out to the chicken coop. As I come back in the kitchen, I hear Oliver saying “Look, Layton these birfday cakes are for you”. Part of his assignment had been to count and color six cakes. In the time it took me to think “wow that was really nice”, he grabbed a red crayon and scribbled all over the paper, and says, “Oh I am so sorry. These cakes are full of red food dye. I’m afraid you can’t have any!” Layton cries. It’s not even 8:00 am.
The day did not get better from there. You see, my boys are absolute polar opposites. Layton is severely ADHD, introverted, and VERY sensitive. Oliver is LOUD, everyone’s friend, and super sneaky. Therefore, they fight and argue about everything. Oliver can simply say that Layton doesn’t know how to add and in a split second they are arguing over it and Layton is crying. They argue over toys, books, movies, the sink (even though they each have their own), made up scenarios,air…You name it, they argue about it. By about the fifteenth argument, my head was hurting. “STOP! Boys, I love you but you are driving me insane. I am going to give you grace right now. Do you understand me?” Always literal, my sweet Layton looks up and says, “It means you love us even when you don’t like what we are doing.” Ya’ll, I don’t think I could have summed up grace any better.
Aha! There it is. You see, I am not usually a great giver of grace. I am generally the “bad cop”. The punisher. My patience is not what it needs to be. God is molding me still. He is still making me into what he wants me to be. He knows that as a parent I need help. I know that there are times when God absolutely does not like what I am doing, and yet he gives me grace. I may never really know if the correlation between “There is Power in the Blood” and my lesson on grace was intentional, but I do know that for me, it was profound. Give someone grace today. Someone who doesn’t deserve it. Let’s be more like our Father.
See to it that no one comes short of the grace of God; that no root of bitterness springing up causes trouble, and by it many defiled. Hebrews 12:15
P.s. Thank you all for the wonderful reception of my first blog “Drowning”. It was the hardest thing I have ever had to write. It was therapeutic for me and my family. I breaks my heart that so many can relate. I will be in prayer for all of you as I know you are in prayer for us.
P.p.s. This mornings song was Lynn Anderson’s “I beg your pardon, I never promised you a rose garden”. Oh my.