He can put on his own clean pillowcases, I fumed, wrestling to shove my own bulging, queen-sized pillow into its scarlet case. Then I hurled two cases down—on his side of the bed.
“For he who does not love his brother whom he has seen cannot love God whom he has not seen” (1 John 4:20b).
But.. I’ve done his laundry week after week, month after month, year after year. I made the bed. He can put on two pillowcases.
“And this commandment we have from him: whoever loves God must also love his brother” (1 John 4:21).
But… his words hurt me and I’m angry—very, very angry.
“Whoever says he abides in him ought to walk in the same way in which he walked” (1 John 2:6).
I guess I’ll put one pillowcase on. He can do the other one.
“Be angry and do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger” (Ephesians 4:26).
What he said was actually right, even if he didn’t say it the most sensitively, I reflected, shaking the second pillow down.
“Little children, let us not love in word or talk but in deed and in truth” (1 John 3:18).
Talk is cheap. Putting on pillowcases is not.
That little dialogue between the Holy Spirit and fleshly me was just winding down when Jim came to bed.
“G’night Hon. Love you.”
I didn’t mention my bedroom battle or how the Spirit KO’d my sulking flesh. But now you know, all glory to God, how love won this pillow fight.
How might you talk back to yourself with God’s words today as you fight “the good fight of faith” (1 Timothy 6:2a)?