those days, when expectations soar high for the good that is intended only to come crashing down at the first sound of bickering
"Mom, she hit me!"
"No I didn't"
"Yes you DID!"
"Ya, but you pinched..."
"STOP!!!!"
...and in the moment, that moment when the hopes of the day hang in the air, the choice can be made.
stopping the bickering with a shout instead of a gentle correction
changing her behaviour with a glare instead of a tender touch
combating an attitude with an equally unkind tone, instead of drawing her near
...my tongue, tail of my heart...
ouch
little bits of anger coming out in a harsh word or a rough grab
my anger does not produce the righteousness of God, it says that in James
God is love
i am His
with Him in me ALL the fruit of the Spirit are FULLY mine...
i don't have to hope for patience, or seek out gentleness
those characteristics are already 100% available and fully mine because of who i am in Him
the harsh retort toward the simple question...asked for the umpteenth time
the too-tight of a hold on an arm of she who is being a bit silly
the revealing of my heart
not as ideal as i would hope
not as pleasant as i might imagine
the true revealing of my heart through the words of my mouth toward those whom i desperately love
not the picture i had in mind
my short-coming
my failed expectation of what a "good Mum" should be
but patience, gentleness....they are mine, 100%
Love bears all things...endures all things...
He is love
and i am His
so i press into Him whose heart is perfect
and seek to be the one who is slow to speak,
slow to anger,
in hopes that the tail of my heart will one day
show these blessings,
the ones tugging on my shirt
and bickering down the hall
the true love i do have for them
the picture of a gentle and patient heart
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