By Heather Delaney, July 28, 2018, at: http://www.foxnews.com
Last Sunday, we argued.
Actually, to use the word argued may be a little misleading.
Basically, we go around the home, pretending that the other is not there. Invisible. Answering to children, door bells, and phone calls only. Not asking the other what they want for lunch, or if they want coffee made (and not asking for two reasons: one being that you don’t care at that time what they want; the other being that you know they won’t answer.)
So, that is our argument. Let’s title it ‘The Invisible Games’, shall we?
The winner? Well, that’s decided on a game by game basis (we’ve both become quite skilled in it).
As for the reason behind the argument? Don’t ask me.
Not that I won’t share it. I mean, I’ll share anything. I’m an open book right here.
Rather, I don’t want you to ask me, because I have no answer to give you. That’s right. I have absolutely no idea what it was that we were arguing about. So the chances that it was something particularly petty are obviously pretty high.
Anyway, back to the argument (if that’s what we want to call it).
We spent our whole Sunday like that. All day. All evening. And went to bed like it that night. Those of you who can make up before you go to bed, I salute you. I have this thing called a stubborn streak.
The day ended with him on one side of the bed; me on the other. Basically just hanging on. Falling off of the bed onto the floor would have been a better option than my arm so much as grazing his.
We woke up the next morning to no kiss good bye. No reassurance to make sure that he took his lunch. No requests to call on dinner break. The game was still on.
Two hours later, it happened. My phone dinged, and a simple “I love you” was staring at me from the screen. I smiled, replied back the same exact message, and just like that, ‘The Invisible Games’ came to an end.
He was the winner.
That was the end of that. And here we are, a week later, asking if the other would like to share a pot of coffee (which, by the way, the answer is always yes).
Now, looking back, I feel like a fool. You see, last Sunday was a gift, from God Himself.
We woke up healthy and well; we went to bed healthy and well. But the day in itself? We didn’t cherish it like we should have. We weren’t grateful for it like we should have been. We’re weren’t appreciative of the moments that we could’ve spent together, outside in the garden, or inside arguing over the remote.
Rather, we took the day for granted (after already learning the lesson so many times throughout our adult lives that no day, no moment, should be taken for granted). Yet, we shamefully did.
Why am I sharing this with you?
Well, just in case someone in your life needs you to be the winner.
The one to say “I’m sorry” first. Or to say “I messed up” first. Or, in our case, just to say “I love you” first.
The one to send that first text, or to make that first call, to put an end to whatever issues are causing two hearts to feel miles apart.
The one to come to that line in the sand with a white flag in one hand, bearing a cup of coffee in the other.
Be the winner.
I Corinthians 13:4-6 — Love is patient and kind; love is not jealous or boastful; it is not arrogant or rude. Love does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrong, but rejoices in the right.
Ephesians 4:2-3 — Be completely humble and gentle; be patient, bearing with one another in love. Make every effort to keep the unity of the Spirit through the bond of peace.
James 1:19-20 — My dear brothers and sisters, take note of this: Everyone should be quick to listen, slow to speak and slow to become angry, because human anger does not produce the righteousness that God desires.
Forgive us our sins as we forgive those who sin against us.