She had paraphrased 1 Corinthians 13 for her motherhood journey...it convicted, challenged, and encouraged me...hopefully it will do the same for you. The thoughts in parentheses are mine. Just so you know!
If I keep my house immaculately clean, and am envied by all for my interior decorating, but do not show love in my family - I'm just another housewife.
(With a surprisingly clean house...and hair loss from stress)
If I'm always producing lovely things - sewing, art; if I always look attractive, and speak intelligently, but am not loving to my family - I am nothing.
(I really just hope to shower each day....so that is not as much of a struggle)
If I'm busy in community affairs, teach Sunday school, and drive in the carpool, but fail to give adequate love to my family - I gain nothing.
Love changes diapers, cleans up messes, and ties shoes - over and over again.
(Which is why I buy velcro shoes)
Love is kind, though tired and frazzled.
Love doesn't envy another wife - one whose children are "spaced" better, or in school so she has time to pursue her own interests.
Love doesn't try to impress others with my abilities or knowledge as a mother.
Love doesn't scream at the kids.
Love doesn't feel cheated because I didn't get to do what I wanted to do today - sew, read, soak in a hot tub.
Love doesn't lose my temper easily.
Love doesn't assume that my children are being naughty just because their noice level is irritating.
Love doesn't rejoice when other people's children misbehave and make mine look good. Love is genuinely happy when others are honored by their children.
There are no parenthetical phrases on the bottom half of comments - because they would all read like this...
(Ugh. I really didn't want to hear that.)
Would you change anything, add anything, disagree with anything stated above?