Sunday, January 22, 2006

Out of the mouths of babes...

As a spiritual life coach, I practice what I preach most often on my children. After all, if I don't teach it at home, how can I teach it somewhere else?

Most of the time it is a good thing. The two rules we try to follow are loving God with all that we are, and treating others as we want to be treated. These are good rules. Following them will leave little room for others to find fault with; when you follow them.

Our soon to be 9 y.o. daughter is a precious girl. She has the tender heart of a lamb and the ferocious personality of a lion. It is easy for her to get riled up and treat others in a way she DEFINITELY wouldn't like to be treated. So, to help her honor God and accomplish her goal of treating others the way she wants to be treated, we've spoken often to her of the power of prayer and asking Jesus for help. Though not yet 9, this precious girl is beginning to understand how to let Jesus help her do what He calls her to do. Actually, it is kind of fun to see, most of the time.

Recently, though, it was not very fun. It was rather uncomfortable, actually. I was having a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day, and it was my own fault. When one of the girls threw a fit, I threw one too. Every one of my girls knew they were in trouble. I was slamming doors, speaking harsh, and I even yelled. It was a mommy-melt-down, terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day. In the middle of it, when I was cleaning the sink with enough intensity to run the finish off, my precious daughter approached me.

"Mommy," she asked, "how is your heart with Jesus?" Knowing she was doing exactly what I'd done so many times, I just had to laugh! Then I faced reality. My heart wasn't very good. I'd been living my life exactly opposite of the way I know is right. I had not been loving God with everything that was in me. I wasn't even trying to love Him at all. And, I was doing anything but treating others the way I wanted to be treated.

With a gently rebuked and humbled heart, I asked my daughter to pray for me, and she did. Shortly after, I recognized some choices I was making that were not good. I asked Jesus to help me, and He did.

My precious daughters are so gracious. They all still love me. They even prayed for me while I was in the midst of the meltdown. For these children to extend me so much grace, after I'd been rotten, is a reminder of the grace I've been given by God. He knows my weaknesses; He knows my absolute inability to love Him the way I'm called to, or even to truly love others as I love myself. And, God loves me anyway.

I'm sure you can identify with some of what I've shared. You, too, may be struggling to get through the day, and need some help. Or, you may just be curious. If you want more information about what it means to know God personally, you can go to I, on the other hand, plan to finish up my serving of humble pie.

1 comment:

Miniskiff said...

I love is a beautiful reminder that God never abandons us and finds wonderful ways to bring us back go him... And your eyes were open, as was your heart to receive the message. What a blessing... How cool to see how you and the kids help to raise each other up! :)
Thanks for sharing!
Love and hugs!