If Christians are to be known for hating anything, it should be nothing so much as our own sin.
Today I’m thankful for the patience and love of my Mom and sister. Most of us sin against our families more than anyone else and I’m no exception. I put mine through a lot. A sharp tongue and stubborn heart have been my greatest long-term spiritual battlegrounds at home; easier to control around the office, church, and friends . . . but with family? So difficult. Improvement has certainly occurred over time, but it’s been slow.
Yet they love me enough to say the hard things I so need to hear. And I’d be a fool to ignore them. Thank the Lord, that is at least one aspect that’s beginning to improve more and more: a quickness to let their words in, and accept that they are true. That once again, my family’s right. It’s still a constant battle against pride, to not simply think them too critical, and remember that these are the people who know me best in the world, who see what my behavior is like when unchecked, and again, LOVE ME ENOUGH to say something. To recognize that this is God working through them.
May the Lord help us all to be humble, keep soft hearts, teachable spirits, prayerful attitudes, and take action to change.
Listen to those who love you. Be thankful that they are speaking up.
Mom, Becca, thank you for words fitly spoken.
A word fitly spoken is like apples of gold
In settings of silver.
Proverbs 25:11 (NKJV)
What is dark in me, illumine 