Mom, Dad, Jesus, and 2 Mixin’ Spoons.

Proverbs 1:8-9 ESV Hear, my son, your father’s instruction, and forsake
not your mother’s teaching, for they are a graceful garland for
your head and pendants for your neck.

 

 

I’ve sat here and thought about how I could possibly put into words how amazing my parents are for a while… and have gotten nowhere. My vocabulary isn’t good enough, and as far as I know there aren’t words that describe what they have done for me. Exactly like when you try to explain Gods love for us. The fact that I can easily compare the two loves shows how blessed I am, and what my father and mother like. Here are some words that come to mind when I think of the two people that put me in this world… and can take me out. – That came out too naturally. I think I’ve heard it a lot…

 

 First, I looked up “Unconditional” love.

 – This is how I see and understand God’s love… I see it through my parents. I
see the” definite, explicit, unqualified, unequivical, unconstrained” unconditional love that my parents have shown me.

 

Forgiveness/Grace

– I found freedom in Christ, and got the concept pretty quickly and easily. My parents have tough cheeks, they’ve turned them back and forth a lot, without hesitation. I found “purification, redemption, and freeing” the best words to explain it.

 

Nurture

– I need my spiritual food like I need my moms good cookin’. Yesterday I can’t remember why but I was telling my team how much I loved when my mom would cook brownies or cake. For the obvious reasons, but mostly because she’d always give me and my sister each one of the mixing spoons on the machine as were the “Official Taste Testers”. How I wish that position were still open. It’d be a career worth pursuing. Other words that describe my parents in this aspect are “cultivate, discipline, sustenance, to develop, to grow”.

God is good and God is great.
And we thank him for our food.

By his hands we all are fed.
Thank you, Lord, for our daily bread.
God is great and God is good,
And we thank him for our food.

-Our daily bread… what keeps me going, my daily needs, my sustenance. A warm bed, the best doctors in the world when I’m sick. From a loose tooth that needed cut out with a fake plastic knife, or 2 bloody knees that a little vet wrap/duct tape couldn’t fix. I don’t think there is anything my dad can’t make better, but if there were my moms back rubs, cocoon wrapped blankets, and homemade soup will take care of it.