We spend time doing school, sports, talking and having fun but how much time do I pour into her. Doing what she desires, even if I would rather run into the street screeming.
God has shown me what it means to love and I am not sure if I could ever fully understand.
Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. 5 It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. 6 Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. 7 It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. 1 Corinthians 13:4-8
Wow, is that convicting. I am not always so patient or kind. How many times do my words cut deep and yet I do not notice. Is what I am doing so important that I can't take ten minutes to look at the sunset or color a picture with her? When she puts forth effort on a task, do I pick apart her effort because I excpect perfect (like that can ever happen this side of heaven) or reward her for what she has done? It may not be us all but I know that my OCD tendencies get in the way too often.
Moms we are only entrusted with these precious souls for a short time, how are we investing in them? If we are so busy that we can not pour into them then maybe we are too busy with the wrong things.






