My Five Minute Friday prompt this week is—Dare. This largely unedited “rough draft” form of writing stretches this perfectionist, in the best of ways. I write for five minutes on a given topic. If you’re interested in learning more about 5-Minute Fridays, check out our hostess, Kate Motaung’s site. Or, click on the link at the bottom of this post. As you read my simpler Friday posts, I hope you’ll join in the conversation!
“How dare you?!” roared around in my mind as my son spewed disrespectful words at me. Again.
He’s a boy. I’m the mom. But I can never quite swallow those hurtful darts without them slicing me on the way down.
He’s learning—and so am I—how to deal with the surge of emotions that roil over him and spill onto me. The hurt is there. Sometimes it dares me to retaliate, to not forgive when asked.
Sometimes the greater dare comes in loving after being hurt. Yes, he’s a child. He’s my strong-willed, amazing, loving-big, arms-wide-open boy. Except for when he’s not.
I dare not stop loving this child of mine. As if I could.
Hurt sometimes tempts us to withhold love. Acceptance.
Hurts caused by others challenge us to move beyond them. Or hurts encourage us to give up.
There are situations where hurts must be stopped, and that comes with distancing ourselves from the one doing the hurting.
In my case, my dare is to love through it. To love well. And to train godly.
It’s hard. But I’m the example of love for this boy of mine. I’m the example of Jesus with skin on, of what daring to love—even when one is unlovely—looks like.
I’m not big into taking dares from people . . . but a dare from God? Dare I not accept the challenge to reflect Him to my boys, to the circle of influence I’m placed within?
Is it easy? No! but, it’s necessary. Love well.
Dare to be like Jesus in all of who He is. Including loving when it hurts.
What about you? Have you ever been dared to do something? Did you do it? How do you love those who are hard to love?