A LESSON IN FORGIVENESS
At that point Peter got up the nerve to ask, "Master, how many times do I forgive a brother or sister who hurts me? Seven?"
Jesus replied, "Seven! Hardly. Try seventy times seven. - Matthew 18: 21-22
We had a beautiful day from the weather to schooling. One of those days that you feel guilty because everything is going and you think to yourself, "What did I do to deserve such a day?"
Minutes before 6pm, dinner was on the stove, I was singing our upcoming song for Sunday service, "Jesus Saves" and Daddy is expected home any minute.
I asked the boys to get off the computer and come set the table. Simon Peter comes immediately and Andrew starts the saving process of our hard efforts of building a virtual Amusement park. I hear a little "uh-oh" from the other room and then comes a much distressed set of cheeks saying he didn't click the right button and hours of play & creativity are gone. I'm not disappointed but Simon Peter is. He falls upon the couch, grabbing the remote & totally forgetting his chore. Andrew, also not recalling his chore, snatches the remote out of Simon Peter's hands. Beyond the sound of my own voice, I hear smacks, grunts, pillaging & plundering and then the sound of the remote flying across the room and shattering.
Ok, now somebody is going to be in trouble. How could we go from the best day ever to such a hot temper all while "Jesus Saves" is being sung at the top of my lungs?
In a few minutes, we managed to straighten everything out and people had to forgive each other. I know my "Peter" didn't feel he should forgive because he didn't make the most obvious offense of throwing the remote. However, it was his holding the grudge of lost computer information that started the entire fight.
We are such a close family but sometimes that closeness leads to times of sinning and hence, lessons in forgiveness. I'm just so thankful that as soon as Daddy arrived in the door, everything was right as rain. Really, it was.
After dinner, Simon Peter says to me, "Those broccoli were delicious Mom. They tasted a bit like spinach."
And I had to explain him that they were asparagus.
Then, Jack turns to me and asks me why the remote was apart. Ummm................
At that point Peter got up the nerve to ask, "Master, how many times do I forgive a brother or sister who hurts me? Seven?"
Jesus replied, "Seven! Hardly. Try seventy times seven. - Matthew 18: 21-22
We had a beautiful day from the weather to schooling. One of those days that you feel guilty because everything is going and you think to yourself, "What did I do to deserve such a day?"
Minutes before 6pm, dinner was on the stove, I was singing our upcoming song for Sunday service, "Jesus Saves" and Daddy is expected home any minute.
I asked the boys to get off the computer and come set the table. Simon Peter comes immediately and Andrew starts the saving process of our hard efforts of building a virtual Amusement park. I hear a little "uh-oh" from the other room and then comes a much distressed set of cheeks saying he didn't click the right button and hours of play & creativity are gone. I'm not disappointed but Simon Peter is. He falls upon the couch, grabbing the remote & totally forgetting his chore. Andrew, also not recalling his chore, snatches the remote out of Simon Peter's hands. Beyond the sound of my own voice, I hear smacks, grunts, pillaging & plundering and then the sound of the remote flying across the room and shattering.Ok, now somebody is going to be in trouble. How could we go from the best day ever to such a hot temper all while "Jesus Saves" is being sung at the top of my lungs?
In a few minutes, we managed to straighten everything out and people had to forgive each other. I know my "Peter" didn't feel he should forgive because he didn't make the most obvious offense of throwing the remote. However, it was his holding the grudge of lost computer information that started the entire fight.
We are such a close family but sometimes that closeness leads to times of sinning and hence, lessons in forgiveness. I'm just so thankful that as soon as Daddy arrived in the door, everything was right as rain. Really, it was.
After dinner, Simon Peter says to me, "Those broccoli were delicious Mom. They tasted a bit like spinach."
And I had to explain him that they were asparagus.
Then, Jack turns to me and asks me why the remote was apart. Ummm................
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