I need to begin this post by saying this: I absolutely adore my girls. It is a true blessing from the Lord to be there mom and to be able to stay home with them. They are easy-going (for the most part). They love the sunshine as much as I do. They are typically down for just about anything. They love their people something fierce. They are mini-me to a "T".
But here we are.
This house is chaotic at times. Things are being thrown every which way by an adventurous, always-exploring one year old. The imagination of my 4 year old runs wild. She is me. She can talk to a wall. She can create a situation. She can imagine. While this makes me proud, I do not relish the same stories over and over and over and over and over again. Once or twice - they're pretty darn cute. But some days this little train derails.
Some days are just hard. Yesterday I called it a "hard parenting day." Those days come every so often. Praise the Lord they aren't every day. But this deal of raising children and pointing them to the Lord is a weighty responsibility. I want to correct. I want to discipline. I want obedience, and I want it now. But that doesn't happen.
It doesn't happen because -- I am a sinner, and she is sinner.
Without going into the nitty gritty of what all this might have looked like yesterday, I'll say this: God knew I needed THIS season. This season of little girls running around and running me ragged. He knew I needed to be stripped of my pride and self-righteousness and to see my sin for what it is. These hard days show me -- "Yes, Erin. You really do need Jesus. You need Him for everything. And especially to parent."
Y'all. I have nothing figured out. Every day continuously teaches me that. But by His grace, He gave me these girls. He knew I needed them more than they need me. Praise God for His Son who redeems us and saves us and convicts us and shows us our need for Him -- even while, especially while.. being a mom.
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