The life I am trying to build is full of culture, knowledge, and one of constant growth. But in this life exists A 24 year old that is stubborn, resentful, grumpy, irritible, and fearful. Sometimes, I walk a fine line where I am confused of why I feel those things. Is it because I am depressed? Or I am moody because about to bleed for seven effing days. The difficult part is trying to balance that line. Sometimes, it could be that i am depressed, but I don't want to give depression that much power. Or is because I am PMSing BIG time and am being a little baby causing all this trouble.
Now that I have set the tone for this blog today let me begin with sharing you a sweet story. I was a big brat one night. Huge one. My sister and I got into a heated discussion and it got pretty loud. My Father asked us to stop 3 times and after the fourth warning he comes done, looks at me, raises his voice and quotes scripture. "Galations 5, Mary!" "You are tearing at the fabric of our family, You are sinning. Go to your room." He shuts my bedroom door, and I am left in my big room by myself. I was so upset, and hurt. Not because of the argument with my sister, but because I had disobeyed my Dad. It was humbly.
I am thankful that my parents have no problem speaking truth into my life using scripture. Sometimes, I roll it off and think...well yeah! you know what mom, i don't want rejoice in the Lord always! Screw it. He sucks. But I am incredibly grateful that my parents speak scripture to build us up. My parents have 6 kids, the oldest 34 and the youngest 16 and they share the Lords word to them and to their friends... My dads harsh scripture verse caused me to repent, to remove my pride, and I sat a cried and apologized to my dad.
The next day my Dad wrote me a letter, here is a bit of how it went. I am so thankful for his insight, his holiness, and his leadership of family.
"do not expect perfection from you; however, I do expect you to seek perfection in love. Life is a journey, a pilgrimage home to the Father's house. You are {all} imperfect in love, as am I. But you need to use the full arsenal of gifts to get there. Be reconcilers, first and always. And come to know your hearts..."Papa Flynn
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