It was what I call a "bad day" around here yesterday. Babies crying, preschooler was defiant and whiny, older kids were just being selfish and grouchy about it, husband was home later than expected and I was took the brunt of all the badness. Is badness a word? I ended my day in tears. I was fine until I wrestled the baby into pajamas, literally wrestled, and when husband came in the room he laughed. I tried to laugh. I cried. Then went to hide in the bathroom from all the chaos.
After all were settled in their beds. I snuggled into my man on the couch and said "what in the world?". His response was not what I expected. He said "aren't you glad that the kids feel secure in your love to know that even when they are bad, you still love them. Way to show them God today babe.". Huh?
I felt as if I was so far from the mom God wanted me to be I was struggling. I went to Mom's group with a false smile and false attitude of joy. I felt I failed there too.
God's love to my kids after failing over and over?
Then I realized. I failed over and over. I let that simmer on my mind because with that thought I know that God never stopped loving me or caring for me. God's love is unconditional. It's always. Never fails, never goes away, never stops. It's always.
I had to discipline children. Repeatedly for some of them. God disciplines me too. Repeatedly.
He always loves me. He loves me enough to discipline me.
His mercy never fails.
