I feel it about to happen.
I'm about to lose patience and it's not going to be pretty. All the chatter I've been yapping about is all about to come out full blown in-your-face opposite day. Fruits of the...what? ...Spirit. Oh no, Mom's about to unleash a fleshly beast of displeasing-to-Jesus toddler fit---Mom style.
Here it comes.
You go up to your room.
I stand there in the kitchen recounting what just happen. Really? Was it worth it? Was it worth it to push through that lesson when you were just plain tired? Was it worth it to check that box off at the cost of marking a big X across love. Was it worth it to be so determined to stay on schedule, there is no time for calling it a day?
I failed. I'm sorry.
You interrupt my reading to say, "Will you 'wegive' me for throwing a fit"? [forgive]
Relationships between children and their mothers can sometime be quite the battle of independence, irritation, irrational bickering, or just plain sleepiness. But there is nothing sweeter than both of you coming to the table, apologizing both for loosing your cool, and committing to turn your hearts toward the Lord for more.
More... patience. More... submission [you to me, and me to Him]. More... grace.
I knew better. I knew you were done, I knew it was a long day, I knew school at home today---wasn't going to happen pretty. To you, my sweet son, I am sorry. This you know because I already told you. Please help us Jesus when we're not practicing what we're teaching. Keep our hearts just as submissive to you as we expect of our children to keep submissive to us. Help us to listen to your voice, your wisdom and your--- "let it go, finish tomorrow".
Overwhelmed with gratitude for the beauty of repenting and instant mended moments.