"Yes I know she's annoying you, but we're to love those who annoy. Yes - even now, when they haven't even stopped yet. We're even called to love our enemies - and sometimes our siblings do feel like our enemies."
I'm unsure, even as I speak the words, if they're registering with my child. Unsure if it even matters, because the words on this day are for me. I know it even as they slip from my mouth. Loving the unlovely: this is our purpose, what we're here for.
Fine. But what about when the unlovely are our own children? And we just - God help us - are at the end of ourselves and find we can't do it?Read More