YOUR PARENT, TOO

As A Young Mother, I spent hours each day driving my children to and from preschool and kindergarten. Just getting my three little ones from the house to the car was an adventure. Gathering coats, diaper bag, and little backpacks, then buckling each child into a car seat, was quite a job. Once we got into the car, they would often begin to fight. It was tricky trying to figure out who had started the fight and who was right or wrong, while keeping my concentration on driving.

One day the situation got so bad that I felt I just couldn't take it anymore. In desperation I reached out to God and prayed: "God, these are Your children; I know You made them in Your image and likeness. What do I need to learn so I can see them the way You do? And how can I help them see themselves and each other that way, too?"

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