We look happy, don’t we? We are. Sometimes. But not all the time.
There’s something funny and horrible about the Internet–we can reveal or hide anything we want to about our lives. And the one reading is comparing their worst days to our best days. The Internet might possibly be responsible for a whole new generation of “feel-like-failure-moms” who compare themselves to the “pretty peeks” they get into others’ lives.
Of course there’s the other side. You likely wouldn’t want to read a blog who showcased its family’s failures either. Pessimism is fun for no one.
But I want you to know that I believe behind every smiling family picture is a real family with many of the same struggles and challenges that you face.
“Do I want them to make my life easier by acting right, or do I ultimately want them to obey the Lord…The answer to that question is critical, because it determines how I parent, how I go to battle for the hearts of my children, and how I handle each opportunity to bring them to the throne of grace.”
I wrote this post, in fact, because this morning I have been dealing with sibling strife, some of which has been on-going, which really begins to wear on a parent. I want my children to treat each other like friends. I want them to use gentle words, look over offenses, and speak kindly. And I will never stop training them in this direction.
But wanting that and doing the hard work of digging in and daily training, reminding, rebuking and correcting are two different things.
I have to be so committed to this job, and keep my goals so firmly planted in front of me, that I do not grow weary and faint (and I do grow weary). This has to be important. Important enough that it’s worth the heartache, the time, the prayers and the work.
Some days I want to walk off. Can you believe I just said that? Yes. There are days when I simply don’t know how to handle a situation. There are days I envy moms who have quiet houses without training responsibilities at every turn. There are days I’m discouraged, frustrated, and just down right *mad* because my children aren’t behaving the way I want them to.
And that’s when the Holy Spirit whispers…“it’s not about what you want”. Ouch. I wrote about this more in “The Secret to Mothering With More Patience”, but it boils down to MY heart’s intentions. Do I want them to make my life easier by acting right, or do I ultimately want them to obey the Lord and become more and more like Him, their maturity spilling over into their relationships and bearing fruit?
The answer to that question is critical, because it determines how I parent, how I go to battle for the hearts of my children, and how I handle each opportunity to bring them to the throne of grace.
“His compassions are new every morning”…and so must mine be.
(Need practical help and encouragement as a mom? When Motherhood Feels Too Hard–the book that will change the way you parent.)