I will wake up, I will forget things, and I will probably get lost in the parking lot. I feel somewhat lost on the inside most days, anyhow. A part of me appears to be quietly slipping away. I do not always recognize myself with the many changes taking place.
To assume a young mother, or father, is not capable of doing the work necessary to live well is laughable, naive, and dare I say- ignorant?
The more I share and listen to others, the more I find I am not alone. Life was never easy. Honestly, many days, life sucked. I did not want to be where I was in that moment, especially in my childhood. I certainly prayed and cried myself to sleep many a night, just to wake up and find myself on the same ride.
To the men that take my son onto a field of fire. To the men who teach him football, about a winning desire. I take a moment to thank you, before my God and King. For though the field was meant for battle, you showed my son the greatest thing.
He never desired to leave anyone behind in his or her sins. Often telling those he loved to go and sin no more. He loved the woman at the well. He loved Zacchaeus. He loved the sinners!
Your child may seem like the cutest thing in the world to you. I’m sure they are adorable, but we’ve seemed to lose sight of what constitutes ‘brattiness’. If your child screams no at you at the age of three, you need to put a stop to it. They are doing it to their teacher at school, as well, and their friends.