In September I spent some time with the family of our son-in-law in Birmingham. At one point as we visited, one of their little girls showed me an American Girl doll that she’d just gotten for her birthday. The doll was from the WWII era, and one of her accessories was a miniature ration book. I thumbed through the tiny book curiously. In the margins of the book, there was a handwritten note that said, ‘Love, unrationed.’
That little phrase bounced into my brain that day– and stuck. Love, unrationed. Isn’t that the best concept ever? That’s just what I want to do. Love strong and steady — in a way that’s not dependent on my moods or my kids’ ‘tudes or whether or not the sun’s shining or the moon’s blue.
I can’t do it all the time, for sure. But I can aim to do it a minute at a time.
I can spare a minute, even on a busy day, to hear a child’s story. I can give a hug instead of a lecture as I’m sending a kid into time-out. Twinkle at a kid from across the room. Tell my daughter that her hair looks nice. Ask my son about the book he’s reading. Hug someone — and decide ahead of time that I’ll not be offended if they squirm away. Shine an admiring smile into my husband’s eyes. Ask him a question about his day. Set aside an offense.
Then when I fail, because surely I will, I can collect myself, redirect myself, and aim to try again in a minute. Because I’m powered by my Savior, not myself, and what I’m doing is mirroring the love that he’s given me.
I may be a cracked, chipped, dim reflection of that perfect love. But every little glimmer from me draws in and directs my dear ones toward the only One who can really love unrationed.
I wanna live like that.
If love is who I am
Then this is where I’ll stand
Never holding back
I want to live like that
Sidewalk Prophets: Live Like That