We can crumble under the never-ending teaching, pouring out, investing in, and leading our kids into the grace and life of Jesus Christ.
We crumble.
The good news friends, is that in our crumbling into a billion pieces…they see our humanity in our weakness!
They see our need for the God of the universe to come in and meet us right in our junk. He uses every rough patch in the days ahead for them, but mostly for us.
He picks us up.
I’m here to tell you that your older kids won’t remember your entire “losing your cool” reel. They won’t. I mean my kids can pull out a small handful of really bad parenting days in their 13-18 years that actually stuck with them.
I promise you, I had more than a couple hard days raising three boys close in age and then adding in two more later in life!
If you’ve had a rough week with one or all of your kids, I want you to know that you are not alone.
You are never alone in the ministry called motherhood. Fresh starts can happen with your next breath.
Don’t you dare buy that cheap lie that you are not understood, not worthy of your calling as the mother to your children, and not able to pour into their lives.
Yes, there is always a kinder, consistent, more patient way to correct and gather up order in the house. Lets seek that. Lets pray for self-control when we feel we may have lost it.
Lets allow for our own correction when we are dishing it out.
Lets allow for our own correction when we are dishing it out.
Lets allow for our own correction when we are dishing it out.
I don’t know about you, but I would love to wear joy like a comfy sweater instead of putting on discontent and discouragement.
Motherhood is body, soul, and spirit. It is the all-encompassing way God transforms our lives while we are busy shaping theirs.
In the process, God is removing our ugly and replacing it with a beautiful, but very dependent on Him grace.
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This article originally appeared at The Night Howells.
