I want to be the one that takes a deep breath, then bends over to teach my son how to sweep up the shattered glass from the cup he just broke all over my kitchen floor.
I want to be the one that doesn't get upset over torn Sunday clothes, scratched cars or forgotten chores.
I want to be the one that gently teaches and guides. The one that calls our sons and daughters to a higher standard of living; not because it's the religiously right thing to do, but because we want to honor Jesus with our lives.
I want to patiently listen to my daughter as she cries over unrequited love and my son when he struggles with giving in to peer pressure.
I want to remember that our little people are souls too. That they aren't just accessories to enhance my image. I want to remember that they each have their own struggles and strengths. Each embarking on their own journey to finding Jesus and loving Him.
Somedays I pat myself on the back when I've just been drenched with baby puke for the third time in a day or when I am covered in baby poop as our plane is landing at the airport. What a gracious mother I am. So patient and kind because I'm not strangling this child right now. . .
And then when I finally wake from my prideful stupor, I realize that the hard days of parenting haven't begun. We set our child on a blanket in the middle of the living room and ten minutes later, he is still there. How hard can it really be?!
It's in those moments that God whispers If you want to to be a grace-filled parent someday, live a grace-filled life to those around you right now. To the people that bother you, that hurt you, that cause your blood to boil. Let me help you show be grace to them. Patience. Love. And then maybe in sixteen years, when you need to My grace in the biggest way ever, you will find I have been filling you with it all along.