I don't really want to admit to how many times this week I have let my words cut like a knife. I could blame it on pregnancy hormones like a lot of people do. I could just go on and not apologize or acknowledge the broken spirit of my little ones. Over spilled sugar or a messy room. What will these things matter, if the house is perfect or not now. What will it matter, when they are grown. My nature wants to get the house clean from top to bottom before the baby arrives. Yet it is sin nature. The two that I have here with me now need time and love and attention. Not me scrubbing every inch of the house only to be busy with the baby later. I will not just blame it on hormones. How do you fix a broken spirit????
Only by his grace are we forgiven.
As my daughters walk along side me learning to keep our home. I want them to approach it with joy in their hearts. If I am the example I can't blame hormones I must demonstrate love. As I am teaching them I must also learn. Learn to let some things go. It is more important for us to sit and read than for the floor to be swept, it will get done.
Lord lead me as I follow.
So as the dust gets thicker, as the laundry gets higher and as they grow. I will build their spirits, I will lead in love. We will read, we will play, we will discover, we will love............