A couple of days ago, we had a rough start to the day. One son was standing in the timeout corner crying and upset while another was yelling at me from his room. I felt tired and it was only 9 am. Parenting is hard. Most of long to be good parents, and a majority of us truly do the best we can to teach and train our kids. Yet, there are some days when the thought of running away sounds good. I even looked at the remaining son who was just watching the tears and insults go flying around the room. I told him that I was glad he was not in such a mood as the other two.... if he went "off" I might have to put myself in the timeout corner.
Things calmed and the day ended well despite our tortuous beginning. In the quiet moments of reflection of how I felt in those weak moments, the Father spoke to my heart and reminded me that He never runs from us. No matter what we go through or how we respond in the midst of it, He is ever faithful to us....
Even when we choose to go against His wishes,
He is there.
Even when our actions bring shame and harm ourselves,
He is there.
Even when we yell in anger at Him for not doing things our way,
He is there.
Even when the world seems to be crashing down around us,
He is there.
Even when we cannot see how we can go on in the midst of a painful situation,
He is there.
Even when the words won't come,
He is there.
Always. Faithful. Present. Active. Alive. Involved. Committed.
He is there.
