I was sitting at my computer, computing. I hear voices rising in the other room. One child letting her anger get the best of her. Her anger coming out with the rising of her voice. Then the uncotrolled anger surged through the rest of her body. She acts out toward her sibling, showing her rage.
The good person out of the good treasure of his heart produces good, and the evil person out of his evil treasure produces evil, for out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks. Luke 6:45
I realize it’s time for me to step in to address her heart issue.
I have her come to me. I start talking to her. I try talking to her. She isn’t listening. I keep talking, thinking she will look me in the eye to show me she’s listening. She doesn’t. She looks around, avoiding my eye, avoiding my words.
Then it rises up in me. This uncontrolled anger, this sin that this daughter of mine is being disciplined for, BURSTS out… from me at this child. I raise my voice, I show my anger, my rage, and I show my sin, my humanness.
…for out of the abundance of the heart his mouth speaks.
The Holy Spirit does not stop me before I sin, but after. He allows my sin, my black heart to show through so that He can change me. So that I can see it is not by my righteousness that I am saved but His. He humbles me.
Paula, you are disciplining your child and yet, you are guilty. Remember that you are not the righteous one, I AM.
Before I continue with correcting my child, I must correct my sin. Humility at its finest. Grace at its finest.
I’m sorry, child. Yes, I do sin just like you. Yes, I need correcting just like you. Will you pray for me and I’ll pray for you?
It doesn’t stop there. God reminds me with His Word. The fighter verse for that week that our church was memorizing together was Proverbs 19:11.
Good sense makes one slow to anger, and it is his glory to overlook an offense.
Yes, Father I need your grace daily. It hurts sometimes, but thank you for showing me my sin. Thank you for molding me, humbling me, even through these little children. Thank you for your forgiveness. Thank you that even through my unrighteousness, you can raise this daughter of mine to mirror You and not me.