My eight year old has been taken over by a teenage wannabe!!! I am living with a walking string of attitude.
One minute she is happy and sweet. Light just shines from her. The next a cloud descends and the spirit of “whatever” pours out. Her look changes and her eyes develop this unstoppable need to roll at everything I say.
I feel so under prepared for this. I wasn’t expecting it until she hit 10 years old at least.
It’s confronting. It’s testing. It’s unnerving.
My patience is stretched to the point of breaking and my will to live is sucked clean out of me! (sorry got a bit melodramatic there… must be in the air!)
It’s moments like this I am again made so aware of my need for God. This beautiful girl, who pulls on every part of my heart, is His gift to me. He has entrusted her into my care. He has given me all I need to speak into her life the grace and strength she needs to be all He has destined her to be.
So with every changing minute of our time together I am blessed with the knowledge that I am equipped for the task by the One who knit her together in my womb. That He saw the end before I saw the beginning and that I can trust in Him the author and perfecter of faith.
