|Me with my boys when they were 8, 5 and 2|
- For starters, I've been too protective and even undermined my husband's authority on occasion.
- I've allowed my nerves to wear too thin and have yelled, even ranted, at my kids from time to time.
- I've expected them to do things my way when their way could work just as well, if not better.
- I've allowed my anger at my hubby to bleed over into my reactions with my boys.
- I've not been there for my boys at times when they needed me.
- I've overreacted to their mistakes and probably have been unfair in disciplining them at times.
- I've let them get away with things when I should've held their feet to the fire.
And as I lay them at His feet, I find that He is able to transform my heart and redeem the messes I've made. In fact, I'm not so sure I'd need God if I was a perfect parent. So, do I dare say it? Let me just say it this way, . . .
His power is made perfect in my weakness. "Therefore, I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ's sake, I delight in weaknesses, . . ."
"For when I am weak, then I am strong!"
2 Corinthians 12:9-10 (NIV)