Never more clearly have I seen how words wound than when they are fired at me by a young child, angry, defiant.
Never more sure have I seen the heartaches of motherhood than in the eyes of a whining child.
Never has it been harder to forgive when there has been no "I'm sorry" hug.
Never have I felt so helpless than when staring at an unrepentant child.
Never have I realized how I may have caused pain until that pain reaches my own heart.
Never have I been so awed by God's grace than when I have had to extend grace to a rebellious child.
God's grace is amazing, indeed. And if it can save me, it can save the souls of the children whom I love. That is my prayer for them, always. I can't change them, but God can. When I am weak, He is strong.