*1,000 times a day I clean up his toys (and try not to be mad as he uncleans while I clean!)
*A dozen times a day we read the same book. There are times that I’m inwardly cringing as he happily squeals “again please!” when we reach the end of one of his favorite books
*He climbs on the table and doesn’t understand that it’s not a chair
* We can’t do anything in a hurry
*I say “no” and “down” and “stop” 10,000 times a day it seems!
*I wonder when I will feel rested again
Patience patience patience.
My son is a pretty good kid. Strangers in stores have commented before about how happy and well behaved he seems. But, he still tries my patience. There are still sometimes when I look at what he’s doing and say in my head “WHAT ARE YOU THINKING!!?!?!” as I try to respond with grace.
And then I think of how patient God is with me. How He always treats me with grace and patience. I am so far from deserving either, but He shows me the meaning of these words to perfection.
As I sigh and turn to get my son off the dining room table AGAIN.. I remember, how many lessons I’ve had to learn, and relearn. How many times God’s Word has corrected me about the same things over and over.
How many times he’s shown me grace as I made the same mistakes again and again. How many times I knew better, but did wrong anyway.
I breathe out, thank God for his patience towards me and beg Him for a fresh dose of patience towards my son. That I could be a good representation of Christ to my boy, and teach him the way that God teaches me. With love, and grace and patience.