Today I remembered an incident from a few years back. A day I had to reprimand Little Bit first off.
That is never good and it went sour right away and she resisted and told stories and then flat out rebelled.
She got sent to my room, which made us late and I had to drop the school-aged child off while still wearing my sleeping top (thank goodness for jackets) and the two younger children broke the drawer on the armoire while Little Bit and I were doing business.
The house was a wreck, I wasn’t dressed, Little Bit was at odds with me and the day had just flat out started poorly.
I ended up getting what I wanted from Little Bit.. She submitted. I am the mommy.
But as I looked into her hard eyes, I know that I didn’t score a victory.
Why do I keep forgetting that my goal is not to win a battle? My goal is to win the war, the war for my child’s heart and soul.
I’m a bigger fool than she is. I’ve screwed this all up.
We get back from dropping child at school and I get down on the floor amidst the scattered puzzles and jumping frogs and Bingo markers and broken drawer with cobwebs on the back.
I call Little Bit to me and look into her eyes. “Little Bit,” I tell her. “I’m the mom and God made me in charge. It is not okay for you to resist and rebel against me. Mommy has to teach you that you cannot do that…but I don’t know that I did the right thing, baby. Mommy isn’t always sure how to teach you what is right. Let’s pray to Jesus, okay?”
I take her in my arms, knowing her rigid body means she is still resisting. We pray.
“Lord Jesus, please help us. Please help mommy to be a good mommy. Please help mommy love Little Bit and know how to teach her what is right. Please give mommy wisdom.”
Mommy is crying, now…and I’m shocked when I feel little sobs against my shoulder. Little Bit is crying too.
“Jesus, You are Savior and Redeemer. Please redeem the rest of this day for us.”
I speak the words and a flash of lightening cracks through my heart. It illuminates my darkness. I wipe Little Bit’s eyes. “Let’s have a good day,” I tell her as she softens in my arms.
I return to meditate on that flash, that illumination, that powerful word shot through the heart when I called on Him as Savior.
“Today is the day of salvation.”
Oh yes, but it’s true! As long as it is still called today, it is the day of salvation.
There is indeed redemption.
This day can be salvaged.
If only I can hold on to that! Like poor little Alexander going to sleep with gum in his mouth and waking up with gum in his hair, and getting his jacket wet, and on and on, so it seems when one bad thing happens, it spawns other bad things.
The day starts off rough…so I’m short with the children, impatient with everyone, critical of friends, insecure about my choices, and it never stops.
It really is a vicious cycle, a trap meant to claim my whole day, bit by bit. But this, the word of truth. Today is the day of salvation. I can just stop right here. I can draw a line. There is a Redeemer and He can literally save the day.
He has given today a name: salvation.
When the temptation comes to cave to the mess, the noise, the chaos, the bad choices, the insecurity, I have a weapon. I take it up and I speak it out loud and I know that it is true. The day is saved. I need not wait for tomorrow.
Now if I can just find that Alexander to let him know…
And… a little reminder for your kid’s backpacks or lunchboxes? Notes to let them know they are special and today is redeemable, no matter how terrible or horrible it is…
Lunchbox Notes for Kids:
I’ve created these Lunchbox notes to help your precious littles have a better day and remember God’s truth. Just click the image to download~ Enjoy!