My sister and brother-in-law are visiting with their three small children. It just so happened that my husband was leaving for a camp ministry conference right about the time my brother-in-law was needing to get away from his work in youth ministry.
We haven’t been able to go outside, which means the kids have been having a fair share of screen time. It doesn’t bother me. I know this is the way it is sometimes, when you’ve gotta do what you gotta do to keep the peace and get by. Big people need breaks.
Until it does bother me, and when it does, the agitation comes on all of a sudden. I can get angry in an instant, not outwardly (at first), but in a way that demands the release of emotion. I walk into the living room and say, “Seriously, how long is this movie?”
I was sitting at the dining room table this afternoon, remembering the late Billy Graham, the evangelist. It reminded me of the Bible I have from my parents, given to me when I was seven, on the night I attended a Billy Graham crusade. There was a personal note on the front cover pages.
I got up from the table, looked for the Bible, but couldn’t find it. “Cherish God’s Word” are the first words from my dad. He tells me to look to the Word, and I will never be disappointed. My mom and dad signed their notes with a reference to Philippians 4, “Rejoice in the Lord always.”
My husband got home early, about 4:30 this morning. He wasn’t supposed to get home until late tonight. The weather forecast had predicted ice, and most of the people at his conference decided to wait it out and stay an extra night–one more day away from life.
But he decided to beat the ice and come home, driving through the entire night. I find that to be highly honorable of him. He’s what the Canadian clinical psychologist Jordan Peterson would describe as high in the Big Five personality trait of conscientiousness.
I’m not well versed in the intricate details of the Big Five, but I can easily find parts of myself in all four of the other traits: extraversion, openness, agreeableness, and neuroticism. Conscientiousness, interestingly enough, was the missing link in my life.