She requests pizza for every meal (since she ate it ONCE two weeks ago). She feels very strongly about having ICE in her water, and she even lets me know what clothes she would like to wear. She folds her hands and 'waits patiently' for exactly 2 seconds before protesting.
grace. give her grace.We have entered into new territory, and for the first time in my parenting career, I'm finding myself really needing to listen to the Holy Spirit about how to interact with this curly-headed goober. I trust that as her mother, God has given me the special ability to pastor her heart. To train her, not in good manners alone, but in humility, thankfulness, and patience. To teach her the story of grace.
grace. give me grace.I tell her about Jesus, his grace, how none of us have the self-control to be obedient on our own. We pray together in thankfulness for His sacrifice, and ask for our hearts to be transformed to look more like his. Honestly, sometimes, I feel like we are two toddlers asking Jesus for the exact same thing.
|This is how we worship.|