I’m learning Pup is a kid of passions. He’s fire and grit and kisses and snuggles. He feels things deeply and I love that, but I pray for his passions to be guided, directed, and confined by the Word of God. By the Spirit of God. He still runs at those he loves and grabs them in an I-LOVE-YOU-BOOM! kind of hug. (Maybe my kid after all?)
Yesterday, during our church’s evening service, he gave so many kisses to a friend’s dog. And he was so delighted when she gave him a lick back on the forehead. So gentle, so affectionate with dogs. And so gentle and affectionate with babies. (Next to trucks, puppies and babies are his favorite.)
Yet with those who bully him or those who have something he wants, he can be pretty pugnacious. Last night, as I was falling asleep, I heard him screaming, “No! NO!” in his room, the same way he would if he were being bullied or fighting with someone. I went in and he tossed and turned, but his eyes were still closed. He was dreaming.
Baby of mine who loves snuggles yet throws punches, did I give you the middle name James only to find that you’re a boy much like the son of thunder I named you for?
Yet that son of thunder was transformed by the gospel of the grace of God. And his ruling passion became Jesus, no longer his own tempestuous, self-seeking heart. And according to tradition, he became the first apostle to be martyred for Jesus’ sake.
May God do the same work in your heart, little boy.