Parental Woes

Just what are you in time out for?

I'm gonna level with you all right out of the gate here. This week I have had a terrible time trying to think of a fun, engaging, participatory project. Partly because I have my sites set on a project I know will take me several weeks to finish (and am very excited about) and partly because life has a tendency of drawing your attention in a thousand different directions. But - light bulb please - then it hit me. If you can't beat'um, join'um.

"I sware it's not my fault"

After a particularly long fit of frustration related to the universal woes of parenting, I was flooded with the memory of a story Nana had shared with me, of a time when her father lost his temper with her. I can't help but understand how every once in a while you may just want to pick up a chair and throw it against a tree and I only have three children, not seventeen.

While you listen to Nana share her story, who's point of view can you relate to most? Click here to listen and find out.

I realized this week that my troubles were coming from the rebellion of my children, well one in particular. And it was my own interests that were keeping me from moving forward. The desire to not have confrontation with my children or have them say hateful words to me. But though I lectured until I was blue in the face I was never getting through. We all have stories where we remember our parents raising the bar to the point of shock. It must have shocked us to some degree or it would never have stuck with us so long. I have no interest in getting sauced and go on a tirade but perhaps a little more enforcement would go a long way.

Numbers 14:18 'The Lord is slow to anger and filled with unfailing love, forgiving every kind of rebellion. BUT He does not excuse the guilty.'