Hallelujah
Sometimes when I think too long or too hard about raising three daughters in this day and age, I start to feel panic. The technology, the culture, the expectations, all of the activities and transitions that lie ahead… it seems very daunting from this vantage point. Even with the 2nd Grader being just eight years old, I am already seeing changes and new challenges in the way we interact and the way I need to parent her. Between each of the girls’ unique set of strengths and needs and my own shortcomings… At the end of most days, I find myself saying to the Spouse or anyone else who will listen things like, “I’m screwing this up,” or “I just don’t know how to do this well.”
The truth is, I can’t do this perfectly well. More than anything else I’ve ever done, parenting makes me keenly aware of my weaknesses… my selfishness… my sin. I’ll screw some things up today and then again tomorrow, too. I’m not the parent {or the wife, daughter, sister, friend} I want to be because I’m not the person I want to be.
But, the great beauty of Christianity is that it promises us we can be saved from ourselves.
