A recent online conversation with a friend really made me think (watch out). It's funny how we sometimes think of infinite things in super finite terms. Some things
are finite.
If one seagull eats Dory and Marlin, the others can't.
If I cross of the last thing on my list, it's done.
After the last dodo bird dies, they're extinct.
When polio is wiped from the earth, it's eradicated and not coming back.
But why do we think about infinite things this way? Love? Relationships? People?
My three boys often argue with me about having to do something their brothers didn't have to do. Or why one got to do something special and they didn't. And I ask them to explain it to me... How on earth does your brother getting ice cream take away from your happiness in life? Why in the world are we fighting about why you need to practice piano and your brothers don't - you take piano lessons and they don't, that's why. Boys - do you realize what how silly that sounds?
I am really good about explaining this to them.
I am not very good at living this way myself.
Exhibit A: I recently went on a mission trip to Nicaragua. It was my second visit there. A few years ago, our church made a decision to support a community in rural Nicaragua. As part of that campaign, The McBs sponsor a family there. We have their picture on our fridge, we talk about them, we pray for them, we love them and, last July, I got to meet them!!
It was awesome. I got to spend a week loving on them, especially these two cuties.
Imagine the joy I felt when I returned and they remembered me six months later! Mama sought me out in the crowd, gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek and said she was looking for me and was hoping I was part of the team who was coming. Big guy, Yalber, was excited to see me - even led me by the hand while he was showing me around the community! It was such a blessing and I was so touched. I have pictures from my last trip that I look at daily and I think about them all the time. I knew who I was looking for. I was touched they remembered me. And not just remembered me, but were happy to see me.
I even got to meet Dad on this trip! He was out of the country working when we were there last summer.
Baby Margine is a Baby - it was neat to see how big she was getting! She is so cute!!!! But of course, an 8-month old doesn't really "remember" someone they saw more than half of their lifetime ago.
Then there was this Little Guy, Steven. Steven liked this Big Guy. He wanted nothing to do with me. I was not as fun as this other, brand new person on our team.
And it bothered me.
This was MY little buddy. Mine. Not someone else's. This is the boy from the family MY family sponsors. This is the kid I met in July who was hanging all over me and trying to impress me. This is the kid whose picture is on MY walls and who MY family talks about and prays for. So it became a joke, but really was painfully true, that Steven liked someone else better than me now. And I was mad at Colin - he doesn't get to do that. He doesn't get to swoop in and start loving on some boy that I already had a relationship with. He doesn't get to replace me. Very, very uncool.
So fast forward a few weeks to last night when I posted this picture of Yalber - the one who held my hand while we were there. I commented how much I missed him.
A friend from the trip commented, "Oh, that's Colin's buddy!!" To which I replied, "NOT TRUE! Goodness don't take this one from me, too. This is Steven's big brother who actually still thought I was a little cool."
This was right before bedtime. So I went to bed thinking about it. I prayed for all 5 of them like I do every night - but I was frustrated about the fact that I couldn't get out of my head that someone else had a connection with them now, too, and that everyone knew Steven liked someone else more than me.
And then I realized how ridiculous that was.
I was jealous because someone else loved kids I loved. How in the world does this make any sense? What am I, in second grade?? Someone else loves and cares about and prays for someone close to me and I'm bothered by it. I would ask my kids if they came to me saying something so ridiculous, "How does this effect you? How does someone praying for and playing with and loving on someone you love take away from your love of them? ... Guess what, it doesn't."
I would have done a really good job with this "teachable moment" with one of my 11-year-olds. I could have made a really good case for how selfish they were being and how crazy they sounded. Love isn't finite.
I could explain this well as a parent. I often hear people who are expecting their second child say they are worried how they will have enough love to give when they are
so incredibly in love with their first. And then the second one is born, and there is plenty of love to go around. It doesn't take love away from the first one to give it to the second, the love grows to accommodate both.
What about friendships? If my best friend has other good friends, does that mean she loves me less? Is there a finite amount of friendship which says she only has a certain number of friend space in her heart so, if someone else was in there, there was less room for me? That's insane. Yet I find myself feeling that way from time to time as well.
So I started praying for Colin. "Lord, thank you for the love Colin showed to those boys and all the other people in the community while we were there. Thank you that this family who I love has so many people caring for and rooting for them. What a blessing it would be to have even MORE people love these boys just as much as I do and how much support that could bring to our lives. God - please help me get over myself and realize this is a good thing."
My hope is that I can start to see other relationships in this light. How wonderful it would be if everyone in the world loved the ones I cared about as much as I do. Maybe I'm the only one figuring out this basic concept at nearly 40 years old. But I'm committed to working on it.