I'm being convicted. Maybe God is trying to teach me in the things I say to my children. Every time I correct my children it is like a bright interrogation light shining back on me as something I need to work on in my life.
This coupled with the fact that my children sat me down and told me they don't like it that I get to tell them what to do and they have to do it--I'm really feeling humble. I know that's human nature to resist being corrected and instructed. But how does one train and correct when one is not perfect?
Tempered with gentleness. Bathed in humility. Steeped in prayer. Soaked through with love.
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