Real Love Covers—Not Counts—Wrongs

Real Love Covers—Not Counts—Wrongs

Having abandoned my station at the kitchen stove, I crouched in the freshly fallen snow.

For my husband recognized the light in my eyes and told me to run outside before the last of the sun faded. He didn’t want me to miss the magic minutes of the winter-white-world outside our window, so he took over the cooking.

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My camera clicked as I chose the subjects and the angles. Snow iced our home thick like a gingerbread house at Christmas. I spotted my family members, one by one, as each passed by the window closest to the supper that’s frying and spreading its bacon and sausage aroma out the vent and into the snowy garden I’m wandering around in—wandering in search of the perfect shot.

Perfection is the elusive prize photographers strive for each time the camera strap is placed over their heads. I’m no less passionate in my amateur pursuit of pictures that will woo the approving look that lingers.

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This striving for perfection drives me to snap dozens of shots. This strive and drive remind me of motherhood and the wish to woo my children into a walk with the Perfect One. But I fear my imperfections have fanned the flames of unbelief more times than not. I’ve failed so much that my main lesson to them has been how to apologize for wrong–only to have to repeat it again and again because I can’t get it right.

And I’ve cried into the whiteness of my pillow as sure as the rain will weep into the whiteness of our garden. For coastal weather is neither hot nor cold; it’s lukewarm like I am—so much of the time.

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But I keep wiping away the tears of disappointment in myself because I know from experience and observation family perfection doesn’t exist no matter how diligently a mother takes a shot at living up to the Proverb’s lady every woman loves to hate.

Real children don’t always call her blessed. Real husbands don’t always find their wives perfectly trustworthy in this fallen world where grace needs to fall as thickly as the snow crunching under my boots.

All families have them; things they can count against each other:

  • hurts
  • wrongs
  • neglects

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Real love covers wrongs; it doesn’t count them.

Love covers—not counts.

Later I look over the pictures. The snow and the glow of our home remind me of the future—a promised perfect Home—Heaven.

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Home

Night falls over town

As each home is tucked

Under the silence

Of freshly fallen snow

White and pure

As the loving grace of God

That covers the faithful

With the promise

Of Heaven’s glow.

Wendy / 2017

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but love covers over all wrongs. Proverbs 10:12 (NIV)

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Blessings of Real Love ~ Wendy

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14 thoughts on “Real Love Covers—Not Counts—Wrongs

  1. These words encourage my heart:

    “10 I have seen the travail, which God hath given to the sons of men to be exercised in it.

    11 He hath made every thing beautiful in his time: also he hath set the world in their heart, so that no man can find out the work that God maketh from the beginning to the end.” Ecclesiastes 3:10-11

    Love and Blessings,
    Theresa

  2. I love the pictures and the message, Wendy.
    My Pastor always says, there are no perfect families, but there are strong families.
    I don’t believe our kids or anyone expects us (our witness) to be perfect, just real. Which means saying we’re sorry and asking them to forgive us for our wrongs… God’s grace covers the rest.
    Happy New Year, my friend.

  3. Well said. Families, by their very nature, cannot be perfect. But their imperfection can be a thing of beauty. One of the things that call for the greatest faith in God is being a parent. Unskilled, untrained as we are, dependent on other beings (who are about as perfect in their youth as we were) to do the right thing, even as we ourselves develop as human beings, trying to be patient, kind and wise – sometimes in the absence of full information.

    And we don’t give ourselves enough credit — for the heartfelt efforts we make and the hard work required to shape the character of another human being who, of necessity, must reach a stage of making their own decisions, sometimes opposed to our own advice. Whew! Parents are always praying.

    1. Thank you, dear Cynthia. Your comment is “well said.” So true that we’re always praying. We don’t outgrow parenthood–do we? Just cause our kids outgrow childhood doesn’t mean we stop loving them to death.

  4. Great piece and the pictures are fantastic as always. You really have a talent of taking your pictures and associating them with you writing. I love “Love covers – not counts wrongs” I like it better than the old one “Love is never having to say I’m sorry”. Thanks for sharing. God Bless.

    1. Thank you, Chuck. I agree it’s a good idea to apologize when needed. I love apologies and feel blessed when someone cares enough to give one—it’s a soothing and healing ointment to any wound. And I love being forgiven when I’m the one giving the apology–win–win. 🙂

  5. I homeschool my granddaughters, grade 4 and 6. We are including photography in the classes. My husband is a photojournalist among other things and teaches the class. I am using your photos and tenacity for perfection as illustrations of what is possible if we persevere. (I am also using Priscill Shirer’s Unseen with the girls to teach the armor of God. Our verse this week is Ephesians 6:18. It provided opportunity to teach about perseverance. Love your work so much. Thank you.

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