Last Sunday, I was up at 6 AM bathing a child who'd had a bed-wetting accident. Between the cooking and day-before-school prep, I had to prepare for 5 needy little bodies for church. In fact, Sundays are the most stressful day of the week for me...
“Everyone tells you to guard your heart, but you can’t. Your heart WILL be broken. But every child you care for deserves your broken heart. All children deserve someone to love them enough to suffer for them.”
Lately, it seems I’ve been scolding my children a lot.
I scold when they’re sluggish. When they fight, whine or procrastinate. When they distract themselves. When they’re too boisterous. All this seems to require me giving a lecture. Yes, my kids need discipline, but what can I do to build them up in goodness? .....
I don't think it was until my second child turned 2 that I suddenly realized, "Hmm, I haven't been praying much." I tried getting up early to pray, but found myself falling asleep over my prayer book. I tried having prayer time during my two girls’ afternoon naps. That worked until the arrival of baby #3.
I wondered, “Was St. Paul actually serious when he said we should ‘pray without ceasing?’” (1 Thessalonians 5:17) I can't even begin, it seems, so I haven’t even gotten to the ceasing part.
