humbled

Dear Lord,

Thank you for my children's disobedience this morning, for without that I wouldn't have seen your glory.  You know where I'm at and you met me there.  You knew that I have been struggling with feelings of inadequacy and doubt in raising these two children you entrusted me with.  Then, there is the moment.

I'm getting ready for work, something I struggle to do because of a desire to be home with my children, and thinking about a million different things.  The sound of arguing children snaps me back to the present and I find myself feeling exhausted before I even reach their bedroom doors.  One crying and the other looking oh so very innocent.  [If I could make one request it would be for an instant replay button installed on all children.]

In the midst of all the explanations, tears, and blame I feel a calm.  I know that isn't coming from within me, and I thank you for being there.  I know I need to discipline my son.  He knows he did something he shouldn't have and hurt his sister.  He held out his hands as I reminded him they are for serving you and protecting.  Never to hurt.  He received his punishment without even the slightest protest, thank you for the work you've done in his sweet little heart.

After [Noah] asked Ava for forgiveness I knew my attentions needed to turn to her.  I knew, even though I hadn't been there to witness, she had a hand in this as well.  For her part in not trying to work it out, and then walking away if that failed, she needed a time-out.  I had no idea you would use this moment, this seemingly tedious act of parenting, to draw me closer to you.  Noah began walking down the stairs, saying with a clear voice "it's okay mom, I will take it."  [me] Take what Noah?  "I will take Ava's time-out for her."  Humbled.  Speechless and humbled.

Thank you for your undeserved love, patience, grace, and forgiveness.  And thank you for the blessing of my children.  This morning will forever be imprinted on my own heart and I thank you for your continued work in their sweet little hearts.

Your servant,
Sarah