[featured on Perissos 5/9/16]
Every morning before I went to the bus stop, my mom would walk me to the front door in her zip-up gray robe, smelling of coffee, and start this conversation:
Mom: “What can you do, Aimee?” (big smile)
Me: “All things.” (sigh and eye roll)
Mom: Through who?”
Me: “Jesus.” (another sigh)
Mom: “That’s right! You can do all things today! Do you have your armor on?”
Me [?] Yes.
Mom: Do you have your sword and breastplate?
Me [?] Yes.
Mom: Good! Love you! Have a good day. (big hug)
I didn’t understand any of that.
I knew I couldn’t do “all things.” I couldn’t speak French or jump rope. I didn’t have x-ray vision or know how to make the flying carpet I ached for. There were dozens of things I wanted to do every day that I couldn’t. Poor Mom, she didn’t know what she was talking about.
For years when she asked me if I had “my breastplate,” I thought she was asking if I was wearing a bra. Which was crazy, because I was 70 lbs and nine years old. If I were wearing a bra, wouldn’t she know? I just let the sword thing go.
As an enthusiastic new believer in Jesus, Mom dove in the deep end and always surfaced with more crazy statements. My favorite was, “Aimee, the Bible is The Truth. Anything you’ll ever want to know is in here.” Um, no, Mom. I wanted to figure out how people got color blind, and who invented popsicles. I skimmed some pages and there was nothing like that in the Bible.
Continue reading at Perissos…
- The End of Pretending – how the (angry) Psalms saved me
- Chickening Out – how (literally) dancing like a chicken helped a school in Haiti
- I Stopped Praying for My Kids – how everything changed when I surrendered
You are loved.
©Aimee Fritz & Family Compassion Focus, 2016.