I struggle with a quick-fused temper that sometimes spews onto the people I love most in this world. From talking with other moms, I’ve learned that I am not the only one that yells in anger say her kids. This is a very difficult thing for me to admit because it is so contrary to who I want to be as a mother. It hurts my heart more than almost anything else to see my beloved boys in pain, and there just aren’t words to describe the kind of regret I feel when I know that I am the cause of that hurt. It’s also hard to admit because I haven’t found a fix-all solution; this is not a past-tense issue. I haven’t tied this up and thrown it behind me; there’s no pretty bow.
Life is hard. This world is full of sin and sickness, terrible pain and death. So how can I claim that “it’s a good thing”? The beauty is in the battle and strength comes through the struggle. God is over all of it and it’s a good thing.
Weeks ago I was challenged to share authentically the ways in which God has shown His great faithfulness to me, without fear of the opinions of other people in order to bring God glory.