There’s just something about her I can’t stand …

about me.

Have you ever heard that?

“There’s just something about her I can’t stand about me!”

The first time I heard something say that I thought, “Man! That is SO true!”

Especially when it comes to mothers and daughters.

As you may recall, my mom and stepdad were visiting last week. All in all, I think it was a great visit … we thoroughly enjoyed having them here; Sophia LOVED having granma and grandpa to entertain … no overt conflicts; actually a lot of laughs and nice/sweet conversations. Nice.

BUT … there were stresses too. Mostly because of my black heart. Really. I can just be such a jerk when it comes to my mom.

I was thinking about it a lot today (especially when I was frustrated with her AGAIN after a quick “how are you doing” phone call) and I’ve come to this conclusion …

I don’t really have a problem with my mom. I have a problem with ME.

I see things in my mom that I admire and I want to be like that–but instead I see how short I often fall.

I see some things in my mom that I CAN’T STAND … and then I CRINGE because I absolutely KNOW BEYOND A SHADOW OF A DOUBT that I am SOOOOOOO doing the same things in my own life. I am. I am just like her.

And the very things that bug me THE MOST are the things that poor Sophia has to live with every day. And I see the bad fruit. And it pains me–it literally pains me.

So what do I do?
Where is my Hope?

In this–even when I am at my worst, God does not withhold His love from me because His attitude towards me is based on the righteousness of Another. My relationship with God is secure because it was secured before there was time.

Not only does this give me hope to continue on in my day–
Repenting, confessing, believing …

But it even softens my heart toward my mom too!
Grace poured out always multiplies, right?

Grace to you, my friends–

Yours,
Tara B.