Turd Love

I have three of the coolest, sweetest, most lovable and loving kids ever. Seriously, they are great kids. I love them to death and I would do everything in my power to provide for them and to protect them and to make sure that they realize how very loved they are by me.



Sometimes though, they are turds. There's just no way around it really. There are days when they are just turds. They don't want to do what they are told, they fight going to bed, they talk back and they do things that just flat out go against what I want. Bed time is a perfect example of what I'm talking about here. Boo has gotten to where she is really no problem when it comes to going to bed.  She goes and lays down and typically falls asleep fairly quickly (going to school all day seems to wear her out). Puck on the other hand still doesn't have school to wear her out, so she is a little bit harder to get to bed at night. Then there is the Little Man. Usually he isn't too bad about the whole sleep thing. The last couple of nights however have been different. He doesn't want to lay down and go to sleep like usual. It gets to be very frustrating at times.

Regardless of how they may act though, I still love them and I still take care of them and do what I can for them. I mean, I'm their Daddy after all. And what kind of daddy would I be if I let those things, frustrating as they may be, really effect the way I loved them? Even when they are causing me to want to pull out my hair or they are causing said hair to whiten at a faster pace I still love them with all that I am. They are a part of me after all, they bear my image in them...how could I not love them?

The same is true with God. If he has hair then I'm sure there are times that he wants to grab handfuls of it and just pull it out, or that it is turning white at a faster rate than he would like (incidentally, what would be a "faster rate than he would like" for God since time really means nothing to him? Hmmm). I know that he must get frustrated with me just like I get frustrated with my kids. And why is that? Because I do the same things to him that my kids do to me. I talk back, I refuse to do the things that he asks, I just flat disobey. And yet he loves me anyway because I bear His image, I am a part of Him after all.

There is a song by the band Thrice called "Image of the Invisible." One line in the chorus says this: "We are more than carbon and chemicals/we are the image of the Invisible." I so dig that line. We are the image of the Invisible and because of that He loves us, even when we are turds. 

Peace and Love y'all.