It's been one of those days. If you are a parent, you know what I am talking about. Arguments, tears, misunderstandings, frustrations, and even some yelling. I questioned God as to what He was thinking when He gave me this precious beauty I call MY daughter.
Really, she's not MINE. She is His. He loaned her to me for a little while. Today I questioned His wisdom in this decision. As if the God of the Universe is going to say, "Oh, yea, I forgot about her. She is a little more than you can handle. Sorry about that. My bad."
He trusted her to ME. That means, that I am equipped to raise her. He is daily equipping me for so much more than I thought I could endure.
After our last round of arguments, she says sweetly, "I'm really sorry for yelling so much Momma. I love you. I think maybe you work too hard. I think maybe I should do some of your work."
I sarcastically (and wearily) respond, "Oh yeah? I like what? What work of mine do you think you can do?"
She innocently answers, "I'm big enough to mop Momma. I think I could mop the floors for you."
Inside I die just a little. Tears spring quickly. I wrap her in my arms. This moment, this sweet, undeserved moment is pure joy to me. All day I have been praying that God would give me the wisdom to do what is right by this precious gift. He just answered me.
