The piercing pain of my sin is bittersweet, reminding me of my deep love of the Father. Grace covers my nakedness and then He clothes me in righteousness. I want to walk worthy of this robe, and that’s why sin hurts…and it should.
Home is the place where all is revealed….the deep pain, the deep love and the deep grace.
“There is an unconscious influence that hangs about every life like an atmosphere, which is more important than the words or acts of the life….When the results of life are all gathered up it will probably be seen that the things which have made the deepest and most lasting impressions in our homes and upon our children have not been the things we did with purpose and intention, planning to produce a certain effect, but the things we did when we were not thinking of training or influencing or affecting any other life.” (From The Family, J.R. Miller)
Training is needful…there is no denying that. But training alone is futile, like seeds dropped on parched soil. That is, the soul-soil of our children must be nurtured and cultivated with constant tenderness and friendship so that the seeds can grow there.
My tongue has been the greatest source of my sorrow lately.
“The law of kindness is on her tongue”. A kindness that rules. Is that true of me?
“Out of the heart the mouth speaks.”
And sometimes the words fall out too carelessly, too harshly, and the Father shows me the contents of my heart just then, and it hurts.
And then He offers more grace, and I must offer it too; and they give it, those who are still wearing the ugly, regurgitated contents of my heart.
They still call me “the best Mom in the whole world”.
And that can only be HIS grace, made flesh and dwelling here.