It’s all about grace

I had asked several times with no response. Finally, I raise my voice. He jumps, begins to cry and runs to his room, closing the door behind him-closing his heart in protection from me.

Some days it seems like we all roll out of the “wrong side of the bed.” We go through the day irritable, taking it out on each other. Sarcasm rears its ugly head in my sinful heart and pours out in my words and deeds. At the end of the day, I am guilt ridden.

How easy it is to hurt the ones we love most. They seem to experience the worst of the sin in our heart. Each day the guilt builds until I feel like I am unworthy to be the mother they need me to be.

Then I remember: Jesus knew that about me. He knew I would not be a perfect mother. When I hurt the precious feelings of my little one, Jesus had already died for that sin. He took all of my sins upon Himself, willingly, because there was no other way. No matter how hard I try to be the perfect mother, I am not capable. His perfect life was also given to me. Each time he was kind, each time he was gentle, each time he was patient are all credited to me.

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