Motherhood has taught me millions of things, but the one thing that sticks out in my mind— how much grace I need every day from my God.
Because I fail, inevitably fail, every day.
A couple of days ago, I happened to pick up one of my boys alone.
I needed to go to the store, so I thought it would be a great chance to spend some one on one mother-son time, because we rarely have chances to do that.
We had a great time in the store. We walked and talked, and I let him pick up a toy.
Later at the dinner table, this boy lost one of the tiniest parts from that toy, and he had a meltdown.
I am talking about wailing like he lost his limb kind of meltdown.
And I felt so frustrated. I felt this boy is such an ungrateful brat, that all my good intentions were wasted, and I only got a ruined dinner instead.
While he was lying on his bed sobbing, I walked by and despised the tiny inner voice that told me to hug him in my arms, I told him that I am was so regretting getting him that toy, which, of course, led to more wailing and crying.
Making mistakes is part of life. And in adults’ eyes, children make a lot of mistakes. Thus as a mom, I myself need more patience and grace from the Lord than I could ever give to anyone.
Motherhood is a grinding machine for patience, endless patience;
Motherhood stretches my heart for bigger space so more grace can settle in, it’s never-ending, and I fail more often than I succeed.
So I need grace.
An abundance of grace.
And I can’t help but marvel at how deep, how wide, and how high the love my God has for me.
I can always count on forgiveness and a second chance from Him. He doesn’t need my perfection. He just needs my repentant heart.
May us moms take baby steps every day, allow our Savior’s ocean-deep grace to seep into our souls little by little, and transform our hearts and behaviors to be more Christlike.