Disordered.
Pretty accurate to describe some things that are predictable in life.
The middle schooler’s backpack? Truth.
My own brain when 2 people think my having 2 ears means I can hear (and comprehend) them both simultaneously? Absolutely.
My preferred method of cooking sans recipes and measuring cups? Fair point.
The way I love? Screeching brakes. Yeah, that’s not a place that word feels good going.
But, when I sin that’s what I’m doing. I’m allowing the way I love to be out of order. Out of whack. Upside down and sideways.
Jesus spelled out the order.
#1 Love God.
#2 Love people.
Me? Gotta be last.
As innately selfish humans, we are programmed to get that very clear order completely flipped around and jumbled up.
When I don’t love in this order, I am sinning. A little weighty? Yep. But the sort of reminder my selfish self needs most days.
Here’s to keeping the order in order. Love God. Love people.
Let’s leave the disorder where it belongs – middle school backpacks and mama brains.
