I've told the story many times of talking impatiently with my wife one Sunday morning and having my nine year old son interject—Read the rest here.
Daddy, is this the way a Christian man should be talking to his wife?
Rather sarcastically I said,
What do you think?
and he replied,
It doesn't make any difference what I think, what does God think?
I went to my bedroom and two thoughts immediately hit me. First, my pride reared up. I want to be a hero to my son and I was embarrassed that he had been troubled by my attitude and words. But that didn't last very long. I soon thought, "How could it be that God could love me so much that he would give a twit of care about this mundane little moment in the Tripp bathroom?"
That's love at a level of magnificence that I am unable to capture with words. This was but one moment in one room in one house of one family, on one block on one street in one neighhborhood, in one city in one state in one country on one continent, in one hemishpere on one globe in the universe. Yet God was in that moment, working to continue his moment-by-moment work of transforming the heart of this man.
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