I yelled at my kids today.
I lost my temper and maybe my mind because that tongue whipped sharp and lashed right through their hearts.
And I don’t want to admit it – all bare and ugly – but you need to know that even as I write about loving our families well, I have more than enough room to grow.
Why did I do it? When will I ever learn?
I tried to absolve myself, but each excuse fell flat. Because really, there is no excuse for how I behaved.
They did wrong, but so did I, and we are in so much need of a Savior.
Oh Friend, how beyond-words grateful I am for a Savior who came to me, who came for me. I don’t know that I will ever comprehend the love the Father has for me that while I was still seeped in sin and cloaked by darkness, He died for me. He died so I could live and live to the full.
So together we knelt, these babes of mine and me, and we carried our broken pieces to Jesus, trusting Him to put us back together that we might reflect Jesus to a world as broken as us.
“The wonder of wonders is that in spite of our rebellion against God’s authority and our distrust of his goodness, God kept coming after us. The demonstration of the extent and extravagance of God’s love is the death of Jesus on the cross” (Greg Ogden).
Sister, I don’t know where you are in your relationship with Jesus, maybe you’ve never even met. But if you want to know more, if you have any questions or if you just need me to pray for you, will you send me a little note? I pray it’s not cliche, but He is the answer you’re looking for, and there is no better time than now.
With much love,
Question for You:
Will you share a glimpse of your story? When did you meet Jesus and how has your life been changed?