Last week I posted an unknown author’s variation of Corinthians 13, and challenged us all to rewrite it for our own lives. Well, a friend of mine did. Erin is a mom of three and teaches at the school where Jen’s and my kids attend (I have been blessed to have my children in her class!). She also has a blog called ThreeByThirty (click on our blogroll on the right) and she posted her version last week in response to this challenge. It is inspiring and heart warming.
Here is what she wrote:
This morning, I read an entry written by Amy
entitled “How Well Do You Love?”.
I had never read that variation of 1st Corinthians 13 before, but immediately
began drawing parallels with my own life. Of course, there are parts of that
version that don’t yet apply to my life, which is why I was inspired by the
challenge Amy presented, in re-writing a version that reflects where I am in my
life now. Despite the non-stop pace of this day (and so many more before it, as
well as those to come), I found myself thinking about this post. The hour is
late, the science tests that rode home with me sit unscored in my work bag, and
the laundry needs switched (sidebar: the washer buzzed just as I typed
that…a little extra reminder from God, since laundry is, in my opinion, the
worst.chore.ever.??). All of these factors aside, I feel compelled to take on
this challenge tonight. I know it won’t be my ‘ideal’, but that illustrates
just how organic motherhood and womanhood can be–tomorrow, this whole
thing could be different.
I can sing the theme song
to Spongebob and recite The Little Mermaid by heart, but without love, I am
merely a car alarm going off during nap time.
I can change the diaper of a
squirmy baby in ten seconds flat while watching a three-year old’s impromptu
dance routine and listen to my five-year old read a book for his homework I can
chop veggies so fine they can’t pick them out of the sauce, while making a
grocery list complete with a stack of neatly trimmed coupons. I can hold a
conversation with a magical fairy princess and a Storm Trooper from Star Wars
while tossing a football and blowing bubbles, but without love, I am
Love is patient while listening to the
minute-by-minute account of a fight, told by a frustrated child who wants
validation in their decision to show their anger toward their sibling with their
Love is kind even when I’m overwhelmed and
exhausted, and I’ve heard ‘moooommmmy….?’ for the three thousandth time in the
day…my tone is nurturing and calm.
It does not envy the
mommies who somehow have time to work out, have standing pedicure appointments,
or a wardrobe from stores I can only dream of shopping in…but trusts
the Lord to provide me with my own joys and pleasures as ‘treats’ for
Love does not brag about the blessings which
have been bestowed upon us. Love rejoices in the blessings God
bestows upon our friends and family.
It does not boast,
when I’ve come home from a full day of work to prepare a healthy and
well-rounded dinner for my family when my husband’s ‘chef’s special’
incorporates peanut butter and jelly with bread.
Love is not
rude, even when other customers at the grocery store are oblivious to
the family circus I am trying to keep under control, and run into my children
with their cart in an attempt to be first in the check out line (despite the
screaming baby in my car seat)
It does not immediately seek after
glory after I’ve unloaded the dishwasher, or folded the
It is not easily angered by other drivers who
*love* to drive in my blind spot, or by an endless slew of red lights on
mornings I’m already running late and evenings I
It does not delight in evil when
I’m obviously right, but rejoices in the truth…that I
was right. (room for growth…I know!)
Love does not
give up hope when you’re supporting your best friend through the fight
of her life.
It always trusts God to watch over my
husband when he’s driving in the middle of night on limited sleep, to keep my
children safe when I can’t be there or can’t put my ‘mommy bubble wrap’ around
them. It always perseveres…through 3 kids in 5 years,
thousands of miles from family, non-traditional work schedules, crying babies
and tears, angry outbursts and tragic loss.
Thanks so much for sharing your life with us Erin! If anyone else has decided to rewrite this scripture for their life, please email it to us (if you feel so inclined) at firstname.lastname@example.org and let us know if we can share it on our blog. If you are reading this on email, please click on the GraceFullhome link above to see new pictures and other fun stuff on our sidebar!