It has begun. The discipline stage of parenthood. We don’t like it. I don’t like to see this side of Abi. It hurts my heart. I love her completely – but this part makes me sad. Being a parent has so many dimensions. Goodness. Why can’t my baby just exhibit her gentleness, her joy, her passion (towards positive things), her sweetness – and be rid of the rest. Ahh, that’s right. Sin. It makes me chuckle (please understand – it’s a sad chuckle.) What I get frustrated at towards Abi is what I do in my life on a consistent basis. My sinful self craves something. In my heart (and often my head) I know it is not the wise course of action. I think, often I check and make sure no one else is looking – and then I act. And the Lord must reprimand. He has to. He is the ultimate model of a tender, but consistent disciplinarian. And I am foolish. Oh, how I am thankful for grace.
“So I find this law at work: Although I want to do good, evil is right there with me. 22 For in my inner being I delight in God's law; 23 but I see another law at work in me, waging war against the law of my mind and making me a prisoner of the law of sin at work within me. 24 What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body of death? 25 Thanks be to God, who delivers me through Jesus Christ our Lord! “ Romans 7:21-25
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beautiful thoughts. excited to share this journey with you!!
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