It’s your final dinner on earth; who do you invite?
Bob Goff, one of my favorite writers, tweeted his thoughts on the Last Supper this morning. It’s Maundy Thursday for Christians and marks the new commandment we were given as Jesus shared a final dinner with His closest friends, including the one who would betray Him, prior to taking the death that we deserved. (I know I am going to lose some of you right here; I’d love it if you’d stick with me but that’s entirely up to you.)
“Love each other. Just as I have loved you, you should love each other.” (John 13:34)
Our oldest is 16 years and 21 days old; a busy start to the junior tour season made yesterday, Masters Sunday, the first available date to celebrate with family. And wow, was it worth the wait!
Anyone else feel like we spend a lot of time selling ourselves short? I know I do. I catch myself doing it regularly and make a mental note to avoid it in the future.For me, the sentences usually starts with, “I’m just a…” or “I don’t do much, just…” The intent is humility but it feels like it comes across as a laundry list all the things I do, as a lack of confidence or to elicit an affirmation of my worth the 7th grade girl in me still seeks.
I got back into writing by sort of “insta-blogging” about a verse of the day from Air1 or You Version’s bible app about a year ago. When I got really intentional about it being the first thing I did each day, I’m embarrassed to admit how it changed my thinking and how the words affected me. I mean, I love Jesus. Boldly love Jesus and yet, here I was surprised at what He was able to do when I gave Him the first moments of my morning each day. 
“We’ve raised a human and now he’s 16” are words I never imagined I would be writing and yet, the day has arrived: the kiddo that made My Fave and I parents turns 16. (((sigh)))
I’m a mama so mistakes are an every, single day occurrence. My Fave and I joke that we want J and C to do whatever they want in life with only these two “rules”: 1) Never go to bed on Sunday with dread for the job you have to go to on Monday and 2) Be successful enough to afford the therapy required from having been raised by us. Ironically, I wrote this post about a week ago and just noticed that when I published it from my phone, the draft hadn’t updated from what I’d typed; yep, “Mistakes” and I are on a first name basis. So this is sort of a “Take 2”. 