There is fine line between sibling negotiation and bickering. As I drove the two to piano lessons, I wasn’t sure which side we were on.
The interaction involved who would go first, first being the coveted position. After a heated discussion over who went first last time, I asked why being first was so desirable. This was a blatant attempt to divert and diffuse because I thought I knew the answer. Clearly this was one of those things in life to get behind you so that you could read or play games (no hidden scarring for me in this one, folks, no sir-y. Or maybe just a little bit).
Because whoever goes first gets to spend a bit more time with Mrs. Hammer.
They were jockeying to go first simply to spend a few more precious minutes with Mrs. Hammer. It had nothing to do with piano, it had to do with the person. I wondered if she knew that she was fought over out of love, that being with her was so highly valued.
Paul wrote to the Ephesians about living their lives in such a way that it was a fragrant offering.
The car that day was fragrant because of a woman who invests in children in such a way they will fight over her.
Am I living in such a way that people want to get their interactions with me out of the way? Or are there secret fights to be with me because I am offering my life up fragrantly?
Who would you fight over to be around?