This week, our home has been filled with coughing, breathing treatments, tissues, and cranky attitudes. When I finally had to accept that I had gotten sick too, I also had to acknowledge that I didn’t have much energy to deal with a three year old on a steroid and albuterol. I’ve really tried to be as patient as possible, but I do confess that it’s not easy when I’m sick and exhausted myself.
So, as I pray for divine intervention, I find myself yet again incredibly grateful that our Heavenly Father is always loving, always patient, always kind… when my patience and energy wear thin, His never do.
Thank you for your never-ending patience. Thank you for loving me even when I’m sick and cranky. Help me to be more like you as I strive to raise my children as you have modeled in your love for us. Please help me to respond lovingly and calmly to my boys’ antics, even if I don’t feel well myself. Help me, I pray, to model your love in every interaction with them. Help them to see you through me.