My dad taught me that blood is cool. And so is thunder. This has come in handy in a few emergency situations where I needed to keep calm. I could recall many other lessons he taught me but I’ll highlight one that sticks out to me today:
Blood isn’t thicker than truth. Or, “I won’t take your side just because you’re my kid. And you shouldn’t take mine just because I’m your dad. You should side with the truth.”
And I’m grateful. Because my dad taught me that love doesn’t ignore truth. Sometimes the most loving thing to do is face the truth with those closest to you. To help them see truth they need in their lives and to allow them to show you the truth you need in yours. “Wounds from a friend can be trusted” (Prov 27:6a, NIV) for without these wounds, this truth, love can never be fully realized.
Yet without kindness, truth can become a daggar. My husband is a kinder person than me. He sees people where I see facts. He sees relationships where I see flow charts. He seems similarity where I see discord.
And he, in truth and in kindness, points out the people, the relationships and the similarities. Because Ephesians 4:32 comes more naturally to him. “Be kind and compassionate to one another, forgiving each other, just as in Christ God forgave you.” (NIV). And as he’s lived it out in front of me over our nearly nine years of marriage, I have become more kind. And I’m grateful.
Thank you both. And Happy Father’s Day (a little late).