The Lord is compassionate and gracious, slow to anger, abounding in love. Psalm 103:8
I read this verse and it seems pretty much impossible to carry this out as a mom. Oh, I would like to say that I do this day in, day out. But I don’t.
The endless questions, the repeating of the same phrases over and over and over again, the spilled juice on the newly mopped floor, the endless stuff laying around, the complaining, the yelling, the drama, the “too cool for school” attitude.
Yes, it all gets to me from time to time. And I forget what I am called to do. To be a mom is a high calling. It is a blessing. It is hard. If I am honest I don’t treat God that much different than my kids treat me at times. I complain. I yell. I mess up and he graciously points me to His truth again and again and again. I can be drama and put off the attitude that I am “too cool for school”. But how does he respond?
With compassion, grace, slow to anger, abounding in love.
He’s called me to do the same with those He’s entrusted me with. Even on the hard days.
Because that’s when we both need it most.