“Better a dry crust with peace and quiet than a house full of feasting with strife.” Proverbs 17:1
I was hoping to write something profoundly theological today, but I’m afraid all I have to offer you is a dry crust.
I spent three hours trying to get my kids to take a nap yesterday, and today we’re already going on almost an hour. As I write this post, I can hear them playing in their room instead of sleeping, and I’m about ready to give up on whole thing.
I’m trying really hard not to lose my temper, and this verse is helping me. Just like God breathed the breath of life into the dry bones in Ezekiel 37, I’m praying moment by moment that the Holy Spirit will breathe new life into me and produce the fruit of self-control in my life. Because whether we eat like kings or paupers tonight, I want my kids to remember a house of peace, not a house of strife.
At the end of the day, it’s not really about the food that’s on the table; it’s what is in our hearts as we come to it.
This post is part of a 31-day series. A list of all the other posts in this series can be found here.