“Where there is love, sacrifice is easy.”

That’s one of the lines that struck me from the Fishers of Men film that I blogged about earlier.

It’s something that I know in my gut to be true, now that I’m a wife and mother. It immediately sweeps me back to a night when my second child was only a few weeks old.  He’s always been a lungy baby; when he has a cold he sounds like he’s got pertussis, and wheezes horribly.  This was his first cold, only a tiny, new little guy, and when we tried to lie down together he was so strangled, so laboring in his breathing.

Late, late into that night, and I the already-sleep-deprived mother of a busy little boy and now this new one, there was nothing, NOTHING that I desired more than to sit up in a chair with him all night long and listen to him breathe.  That sacrifice of that night’s sleep was no sacrifice at all.  I drank it like water.

Imagine what we could do if we loved Christ like that.