There were days when I believed a lie.
A few examples of days when that happened were:
- when I yelled at one or more of the kids
- when I felt like a complete failure at correcting them. I didn't know what to say, and what I did say came out all wrong and they didn't seem sorry and I fumbled all over the place with my words.
- when I said something that, the minute I said it, and saw the look on their face, I knew I had crushed them.
- when I didn't follow through on something I said I would do.
- when I was cranky and took it out on them.
Basically, it was any day that I saw what an imperfect parent I am.
On those days I didn't just believe I was imperfect like all humans are. I believed the lie that I was completely inept at parenting and at life. I remember one particularly hard day crying, "I'm ruining our children!" to my husband.
But the truth is:
-God made me the mom of these kids. On purpose. For their good and for mine. They need me and I need them.
-God equips us for what He calls us to do.
-God gives wisdom when we ask for it (James 1)
-I haven't ruined them. I'm not ruining them. I love them and love covers a multitude of sins. (I Peter 4:8)
-I must preach to myself more than I listen to myself.
-There are no perfect parents. Ask God to forgive me when I do sin against them. Then, forgive myself and go on.
Go on and send that lie packing back to the pit it came from.