As I chopped up some onion yesterday, I thought about Bethel. She’s asking if she can continue what she’s doing, when I ask her to obey, instead of telling me, or ignoring me. She’s not bursting into tears when I tell her to do something, most of the time. We still are working on these things, but I see signs of definite and significant growth.
I am writing this because I didn’t start out thinking on Bethel’s progress. I was worrying over the lack of progress in another area. The worrying wasn’t helping my attitude, and God helped me to change how I was thinking. He’s working in her life, and I’m thankful for that, but he’s also working in my life, too. I need to remember that every stage of life has bumpy parts and fun parts. If I spend all my life dwelling on and complaining about the bumpy parts, I’m going to be a miserable mother. So… if I start complaining… just give me a thwack on the head, will you?
Enter into his gates with thanksgiving, and into his courts with praise:
be thankful unto him, and bless his name.
For the LORD is good; his mercy is everlasting;
and his truth endureth to all generations.