Jeremy and I joined the pool. For exercise. For our “core.” For our scarred up knees that hate (HATE) treadmills.
It’s fine. Kinda. Bathing suits aren’t my friend. I refuse to get my face wet. It’s fine. There’s a hot tub.
I’m a scanner. Especially at the pool.
-You look awkward…we should be friends.
-You’re tugging at your suit…we should be friends.
-You just finished your 1000th lap…move along.
I do that with the kids also.
-You wanna read a book…Mom’s available.
-You’re begging to bake cookies…Mom’s available.
-You pooped your pants…I’m in the middle of fixing dinner.
And with Jeremy.
-You wanna go out…I’ll be ready in 5.
-You wanna keep the kids while I go out…I’ll be ready in 5.
-You wanna preach your upcoming sermon to me…I can’t put this book down.
What if our differences are separating us from connection?
Esther asks why her skin is brown and mine is white. I sit there dumb.
-Our skin may be different colors…But we both like smelly lotion.
-Our eyes may be different colors…But we both like pink.
-Our hair may be different colors…But we both prefer ponytails.
Because there is more that connects than could possibly meet the eye.
Y’all…a Jew named Jesus suffered for me.
He could have (should have) looked at me and said move along.
Y’all…a part of the Trinity died for me.
He could have (should have) looked at me and said I’m too busy.
Y’all…a perfect, holy God offered His Son in my place.
He could have (should have) condemned me to Hell and started fresh.
Today…let’s live in that grace. Let’s love in that grace. Let’s see others in that grace.
Because grace makes us more alike than different.
“There is neither Jew nor Greek, there is neither slave nor free, there is no male and female, for you are all one in Christ Jesus.” (Galatians 3:28)
(And yes…I’m finding things in common even at this stage.)