He had yelled at me. Literally raised his voice in anger. I was shocked. What is happening?
We went inside to talk.
Maybe I went too far.
“Do you realize how much I’ve given up for you? Do you realize that I’m here-at home-every day for you? Do you realize that I’ve given up EVERY ONE of my childhood dreams to stay home? I wash your clothes…clothes I don’t wear. I cook your food…food I don’t eat. My whole life is spent serving you. How dare you yell at me?”
And maybe I was starting to yell myself.
Then it hit me like a tidal wave…in the middle of my rant.
“But you are worth it. You are worth giving up everything for. Why? Because Christ gave it all up for you.”
Did those words actually come from my angry lips? Maybe there is such a thing as grace.
“I will keep fighting for your heart, because Jesus says you’re worth it. I’ll keep fighting sin, because Jesus says I’m worth it.”
There is discipline. I’ve punished him for yelling. But I’ve also realized something…
Our kids are worth fighting for because Jesus fought for us.
We fight as people who were fought for. We love as the beloved.
Press on fellow heart-fighters. He is gracious.
“But God, being rich in mercy, because of the great love with which he loved us, even when we were dead in our trespasses, made us alive together with Christ-by grace you have been saved.” (Ephesians 2:4,5)