Never mind that their mother can be a little high-strung, my kids can drive me crazy. I have to bite my tongue and sacrifice time and take a lot of deep breaths. I know in another week I'll get the summer schedule worked out, but this week, boy, am I a frustrated woman!
Maybe that's why God felt it necessary to remind me of this as I read my morning devotions:
Children are a gift from the Lord; they are a reward from him.
Oh yeah. Why do the stresses of life make me forget that? Why can't I remember in my moments of frustration, the tears I shed during graduation or the sadness I felt seeing Miss Innocent One buck up after her gerbil died? Why does a day run amok erase the joy I feel watching them banter back and forth or seeing this picture?
My kids are a gift and reward, indeed. Lord, forgive me for thinking otherwise.