This week has passed by in lazy, humid hours. The sun sparks something feral in children, every little thing has been an argument. Bickering sisters, toddler and baby clinging to me- nursing and sweating onto my chest. My second oldest is tan like sun-kissed beauty with a fiery temper. We joked about our Latin and Italian mix, what did we expect?
Sometimes I feel so defeated as a mother. Are we allowed to speak this truth? Child of my own flesh and blood, yet she remains a mystery to me. I try to build strong walls to keep her from turning to the right or to the left, but I am reminded of my human frailty.
God is the turner of hearts. He is the One who molds us, shapes us, transforms us. His Word once spoken and believed puts muscles and sinews on dry bones. Only He takes stony hearts and causes them to beat.
I am honored to be a part of their journey. I am humbled by the opportunity to walk with them. I have failed and failed again, but the key is never to fall into condemnation. In our weakness, He is Strong! (2 Cor 2:9)
I look forward to what this summer brings. All of it. The messiness of life and stumbling along after my Father in heaven. It is a gift to be enjoyed sweetly.