Sometimes my husband is a genius.
I was remembering a time, over a decade ago, when the little girl in the picture was just a baby. Her older brother, who was 11, had done something wrong. I can't remember what it was, but whatever it was escalated into one of those family "moments".
Mom is yelling. Boy is crying. Dad wants it all to go away.
My son said he was going to run away. In a fit of tough love I told him he couldn't have his shoes. I shouted, "If your going out on your own, you have to do it on your own. No shoes from this house," or something equally ridiculous.
My son headed out the back door into the yard. We lived on a hill, and our back yard had a top portion, a bottom portion and a field beyond that. When he got down to the bottom part of the yard, my hubby grabbed the baby, ran out the door, and met my son just before he got to the field.
He then handed the baby to my angry adolescent and said, "Here. Take her."
My son was dumbfounded. Baffled, he asked, "What?"
"Yeah. If you are not going to be here I'd rather not have any kids. It will be easier."
My husband then turned around and came inside.
That was it. Drama was over, I was laughing hysterically, and my son could come back home with his dignity in tact. Things calmed down and we ate dinner. Our family of four was all under one roof.
Sometimes I make such a big deal out of every little thing, when what I really need to do is simply breathe.
" But the fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control; against such things there is no law."-Galatians 5:22-23
It was an amazing display of the fruit of the Spirit in an unexpected moment and a creative way.