He's miserable, little Colin, coughing and feverish and tired. It was an hour and a half last night that I laid awake listening to him . . . and worrying. And when I finally tiptoed into his room at 3 a.m., I found him in bed with his twin brother, brave and vulnerable.
This four-year old has grown too big to sit on my hips while I stir pots, and I can't help but feel impatient and restless at the interruption.
I need a talking to.
"Every day I put love on the line. There is nothing I am less good at than love. I am far better in competition than in love. . . I am schooled and trained in acquisitive skills, in getting my own way. And yet I decide, every day, to set aside what I can do best and attempt what I do very clumsily - open myself to the frustrations and failures of loving, daring to believe that failing in love is better than succeeding in pride. All that is hazardous work. I live on the edge of defeat all the time."
-Eugene Peterson, A Long Obedience in the Same Direction
And why is it so easy to forget what is today's most important work?