I’ve been finding myself arguing with teenagers lately. At first, my husband pointed it out. Then, I started getting better. It’s like an out-of-body experience – watching myself argue.
Most of the time I argue because I really care. Sometimes, to my chagrin, I find that I argue because I know I’m right. Slowly, I’m learning to stop the arguing and just be. Why? Because I am spending my energy arguing with people who’s frontal lobe is not fully developed. It is my job to be the adult.
So today I am just wondering at God.
I am incredibly half baked compared to what I will someday be. The potter continues His work with me, yet He never lets up. He continues His work, slow and steady – constant. Sometimes He even invites me to an argument, but most often, He pulls me to His level – showing me how He thinks.
Oh, I want to be like Him. Thank God He is forming my kids just like He is forming me.
Doesn’t that humble you just a little bit – to see yourself on His wheel, yet hear His voice inviting you to conversation?