we write for 5 minutes. That is it. Pure unedited love of the written word.
Parenting teens and preteens. This is what is on my mind.
Oh to get it right. Oh to do right by them.
To be the Mom that they look to, rise up and call blessed.
Lord you know the desires of my heart,
to reflect your Love so that they might know you.
Buttons get pushed and triggers set off
My own stuff– much dealt with & removed by Your Mercy
Yet comes creeping back. The enemy does this you know. He creeps in.
His whispers “your failing…control them…you will never get it right…they will never get it right”
He strikes with fear & shame, convincing that I cannot trust, that I am in charge, that I am going to fail.
This word. It lacks judgement. It lacks sighs and eye rolls. It is kind.
It requires courage and a soft heart. Tolerance. Forbearance. A quiet, firm and steady trust.
An acknowledgement of who really is in control. It is You, Lord, not I. They are Yours.
How to be a consistent parent, yet show mercy? Merciful consistency.
High standards, expecting much, yet merciful.
Fighting tooth and nail this entitlement culture my girls are going up in, yet with mercy.
I need wisdom.
LORD, HAVE MERCY.