I can remember our conversation like it was yesterday.
I had called one of my mom friends to spill out my heart. We were both young and in the throes of homeschooling and parenting a house full of kids.
She listened as words caught in my throat. She got it. She got the high calling we’d taken on as mothers, the high ideals we were aiming for as we corrected and trained and taught in the grit of everyday.
I wanted so badly to be a good mom — to correct my kids with consistent patience, to respond in kindness to the third accident and hundredth question. But one of the kids had done something that afternoon that had triggered my frayed patience and I had lost it.
How could I behave so badly? It’s not like I didn’t know better. I was reading all the books, I was in a weekly Bible study, I even sat my kids down every morning for some Bible time together.
I wasn’t just feeling crummy. I felt downright unqualified.
How could someone who called herself a Christian mess up so badly?
Has that question ever pulled at your conscience? I’d love for you to join me at Sweet to the Soul Ministries to see how God ushered in peace.
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