I swore I would never treat my children the way my siblings and I were treated when we were growing up. I swore my kids would never have a reason to question whether they are loved.
Having four children, three of them under six, hasn't magically morphed me into Mary Poppins either. If anything, motherhood seems to have pushed me even further into territory more fitting of Batman than a loving Christian mother.
People Always Look for Roots Either we want to set down roots, find our roots, or cover our roots with dye. Roots, like people, come in many shapes, sizes, and styles. Some are small, delicate, and easily damaged; others are larger, stronger, and withstand the passage of time and the inevitable battles that come along with life. I am human. A small, delicate root that would break off if I wasn't attached to another, more substantial one. Jesus. His strength, unfailing love, and grace, build me up when I would otherwise break.
Today, I'm feeling great, and that knowledge can lull me into a false sense of security. It can cause me to forget the way I feel when it isn't sunny and beautiful. Sunlight therapy isn't enough, and neither is the medication I gave in and started taking two years ago. I need God to help me through this, the same way I need Him in every aspect of my life.
It's such a wonderful feeling to know how much God loves us, even when we aren't patient. The Bible is always here to help; to remind us to rejoice even when we're struggling, because we have the Holy Spirit, and it continually fills us with His love.