"Stop catching the marshmallows on fire! I swear every F****n time!" This is what I heard from the next campsite as I watched our campfire burn with less passion then this man had for marshmallow roasting procedure. Usually the loud, public use of the F-Bomb would make me roll my eyes but tonight it brought rage as I realized he was talking to tween daughter.
As I sit and think about how I would like to rip into this guy. The Lord reminds me of something He has been speaking to me. "What if the grace I give my children is all the grace I received from my Heavenly Father." You see the crazy thing is without discipleship and the work of the Holy Spirit I could totally be that guy. I mean on a day where my guard is down and my dander is up it may be not but my education that keeps me from rifling through my list of profanities over small things.
I run a fairly tight ship. Respect and hard work are not options here and I'm not apologizing for that. I think the Bible is clear that order, character and effort are necessities to a fruitful life. What I do regret is anytime I've made accuracy of more value than mercy. Does who I am as a mother say to my children come to me, all of you that are heavy laden and find rest, or do I conjure images of lighting bolts? Because if they enter this world and they have learned to work hard but not love fiercely, I have failed.
P.S. I totally yelled while writing this. Grace for us too mommas!
