A couple of weeks ago I made a phone call to my 4-year-old that I wished I didn’t have to make. After yelling at him that morning, I didn’t do a truly heart-repentant job of apologizing. Whether he realized it or not, I had still been so mad—and focused on his own error. So I picked up my cell and attempted something more Christlike.
I count all things to be loss in view of the surpassing value of knowing
Christ Jesus my Lord, for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and count them but rubbish so that I may gain Christ, and may be found in Him, not having a righteousness of my own derived from the Law, but that which is through faith in Christ …
“Naked I came from my mother’s womb,
And naked I shall return there.
The Lord gave and the Lord has taken away.
Blessed be the name of the Lord.” (Job 1:21)
Mommy: “I want to let you know that I just found out that [our friend] went to be with Jesus today.”
Son (with excitement in his voice): “I hearrr-rd!”