From a frustrated mom…
Ever feel like a really bad mom? I’m not talking jail time or anything. Just that feeling like there is a Good Mom somewhere out there who would never do or be what I do…or am.
Good Mom always remembers to notice, compliment, and encourage. She is fun.. Her patience is limitless and she never raises her voice. She wakes up early every morning and spends time with Jesus. She is consistent and kind. She makes cookies from scratch. She plays outside even when its really hot.
Her house is always clean, her produce is always fresh and she has a garden with flowers and vegetables. She can sing. She makes puppets out of socks. Her kids never watch tv because they are totally satisfied to listen to the riveting, captivating stories that their Good Mom makes up. …Every night.
Full disclosure time. I have worn the same pair of paints for 2 days. Not because I really like this pair but because I haven’t any that are clean. Oh and my socks don’t match right now.
My 3 year old has a really bad habit of talking back. I have had the same butter knife in my dishwasher for 2 weeks. Some unidentifiable food is stuck to one side. I am distracted, discouraged, and maybe a bit lonely.
And so With an intention to just “be still and know that He is God”. I opened my Beth Moore bible study book (the study that I quit 2 weeks ago because I couldn’t finish a weeks worth of study in a week and I didn’t have a sitter for my kids anyway.) And there it was, 1 Timothy 1:16. And this is what He said to me:
Jesus Christ came into the world to save sinners. I’m proof…of someone who could never have made it apart from sheer mercy. And now he shows me off–evidence of his endless patience–to those who are right on the edge of trusting him forever.
My children are “right on the edge of trusting him forever”. And by His Holy Spirit, He wants to display His unlimited, endless patience in me as an example for them. I don’t know how He does it. But I do know this–that maybe instead of trying to be more like Good Mom, I could begin to let Jesus be Jesus in me.
Meanwhile, I’m going to do some Laundry.
Adapted from Emily’s blog…