So I woke up today and where was my cell phone? With my daughter of course…where it had been possibly for the last two weeks since school’s been out. She’s been begging for a phone again. I gave her one before, but took it away…too young…too irresponsible…too expensive!!!
She’s been trying to show me that she’s ready to be connected “like everybody else”
Well, when I went to check my messages I sort of freaked. I had none! So I checked my contacts…again…it was blank!
Until that moment I didn’t realize how dumb my smart phone had made me. I could not remember a soul’s phone number, email address, actual address or otherwise.
I woke her up frantically demanding she tell me what she did!!! Yet, as soon as she began to stir, I regretted the way I had. I wasn’t completely over the top, but my approach was all wrong nonetheless. So I apologized to her, allowed her to go back to sleep, and later repented quietly in the next room.
Job 2:10 reminded me what I should’ve, could’ve, and would’ve done had I taken a moment to really consider the situation before reacting in vain. In fact, had I remembered the foolishness resulting in a prior post, things might have gone better as well. But oh well…
10 But he said to her, “You speak as one of the foolish women would speak.Shall we receive good from God, and shall we not receive evil?”[a] In all this Job did not sin with his lips.
When I caught myself, I had to ask myself some pretty hard questions?
- Why was I sweating something so trivial?
- Could my mini temper tantrum change the results of what already happened?
In a word, “NO!”
That said, I realized that my reaction to the things my children do and don’t do are more important than what actually occurs. Regardless of whether Kayla was the culprit this time or whether it was a technology glitch, what matters is that my daughter knows I love her unconditionally.
I know for a fact that flipping out over something so small has the tendency to do much greater harm to a child in the long run so I’m glad she was too sleepy to really realize what was going on. However, I’m glad I was fully aware.
Seriously though, sometimes AGAPE love is spelled by simply not sweating the small stuff. I’m glad I get it now.
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