Last week my son was horribly behaved. Not just generally naughty (he’s a toddler, so ‘generally naughty’ is nothing to blog about) but honestly horrible. We have been dealing with the normal “toddler stuff” for awhile now. He’s been experimenting with throwing tantrums and telling me “no!” etc.
Honestly, the tantrums don’t bother me that much. My son is a pretty logical child and so he usually has a reason for throwing a fit. (doesn’t make the tantrum okay, but it does help me to maintain patience throughout it, because I can understand why he’s upset and that he just doesn’t know how to respond to disappointment yet..)
This week, there was no logic to it, he was just plain horrible. Screaming for no reason, asking for something then when I gave it to him yelling “no!” and literally throwing it back at me etc. Hitting, crying, yelling, throwing things… it was awful. There was no reasoning to it (that I could see at the time…later I realized he was teething and he was changing sleeping patterns as well). It was just a horrid week. My hubby would come home from work and I would just be exhausted. Ready for my day with my son to be over. I hate being that way, I hate getting “tired” of being with my son, but it was that bad that I was just weary.
I would hear my boy wake up in the morning and I would groan, tears would come to my eyes, then I would literally pray and beg God for patience to make it through the day. beg Him to make me a little more Christ-like today as I try to be loving and gracious to my boy who has seemingly turned into a monster..
It really got me thinking though. About God’s mercy, and God’s grace for us.
Lamentations 3:22,23 says:
I know that my son cannot comprehend the love and grace of God right now, but I pray that I am being a good example of it towards him, and one day he can see my example, my successes and my failures and it will all point him to God. To the one who gives grace more than any other, the one that loves us like no one else can. the one that created love.