Do you ever feel beat up in the day? Ever heard yourself utter, "how long O Lord, how long?" I remember with acute vividness a defining moment in my parenting world. It was right after the birth of my second daughter. I looked at her, all sweet and pudgy-cheeked. I scooped her up towards my chest and cried. Yep. Cried. The reality of who I was as a person, as a parent had been revealed to me already. I knew that I couldn't promise her that I would never get angry with her or raise a harsh voice. No, I had discovered that after my first child. I didn't know I couldn't be perfect. I had all those good examples around me. I was intentionally raising my daughter in God's way. How could I not be perfect? I didn't understand. I didn't understand grace. I didn't know that God would fill in all the gaps, fill up all the leaks. What mom needs the Savior when she's got "it" all together? Can I say it. I'm hopeful in all my weakness. He shows up so brilliantly in my darkness!
Experience has taught me not to make a promise I couldn't keep. However, I did (and still do now that I have teenagers!) point them to Jesus Christ. He's the Rock. He does the impossible really well. Look to Him kids. He won't disappoint you.
