“Only a fool vents his full spirit.”
That’s from proverbs. 29:11
I have a tendency to vent my full spirit and I’m struck by this verse and wondering how to do this right?
For 15 years I didn’t vent my full spirit. I didn’t even recognize my full spirit.
Coulter and Emma Claire’s dad has parenting time for all of June and July. Otherwise known as visitation.
Oh, he must live out of town, you say? He must not see them during the school year?
Regular visitation during the school year too.
And see how well I’m doing? I haven’t even written about it for a full month!
But yesterday was ugly.
After a 12 day vacation, I asked, quite simply if they could stay the night.
And I’m not going to vent my full spirit about it. I’m just going to tell you.
And I lay (laid?) in bed—awake—for a full three hours this morning before I had the courage to face the day and then I got hungry, but now I’m back in bed and it’s this word that’s tossing in my head and it’s tossing in my spirit and it’s just this word.
He reminded me, so thoughtfully, so kindly that he had been “awarded” June and July.
It wasn’t an award.
It was a conciliation.
There are no awards handed out for parents who can’t keep their promises.
It’s pretty simple, really.
Saying “I do” to your spouse means saying “I don’t” to, ya know, everyone else.
So instead of venting my full spirit, I thought I would write a letter.
But then I was afraid that writing a letter would sound a whole lot like venting my full spirit so I scratched the letter (which wasn’t hard because WordPress changed their format and for the life of me I can’t figure out how to save a draft or proof a draft and so whatever, the letter is gone.)
Next I decided to google “statistics of children of divorce.”
Then I wanted to burn my computer.
One statistic said that children of divorce have more emotional and psychological damage than children who have lost a parent to death.
No way, you might say.
Yes way. I read the study.
But what it is? What is it that makes divorce harder on a child than death.
And you can’t really compare one loss to another and one grief to another but why?
Broken into tiny little pieces, hearts.
OK, so instead of a letter, how bout this? How ’bout a few reminders for divorced parents.
And just to be safe—just to ensure that I don’t spew and vent and get all crazy-momma bear on you, how about I just go to the Word.
How bout this?
Children are a gift from the Lord. Not an “award” from a judge.
Children are precious in His sight. Not a pawn for your fight.
Children are a heritage from the Lord. Not a tool for hate.
In first Samuel, I read: “For this child I prayed, and the Lord has granted me my petition that I made to him. Therefore I have lent him to the Lord. As long as he lives, he is lent to the Lord.”
When I think about the hours that I have spent in prayer over my children and when I think about the even more countless hours that my prayer warriors have spent in prayer and when I stop to remember God’s faithfulness and his provision and his goodness and his answer that Coulter and Emma Claire were knit together in my womb by God Almighty and the fruit of my womb is a RE-ward not an A-ward and when I stop long enough to listen and remember and I continue reading Proverbs 29:11, I read that a wise man quietly holds it back.
And so I hold.
I mean, it’s kinda like holding one one of those cheap bouncy balls that you get at the pizza place and it slips out of your hands and bounces behind the refrigerator and you can never find it again. I mean, it’s a little bit like that; it’s slippery and fidgety and I struggle and maybe today I’ve already failed,(think I’ll skip the word count so far) but I want to be wise.
And it dawns on me, it doesn’t say anything about being right.
I guess God doesn’t so much get caught up in those stupid games.
And besides. You know what else I read today? And I just love it when the Lord gives me a clear answer, but would love it even more if it was an answer I liked, but for today.
“The Lord will fight for you while you keep silent.”
Hold us, Lord and fight.