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Yesterday was quite the day. Unfortunately, I can’t count the number of days like it on one hand or two hands, or two hands and two feet. There wasn’t anything unique about this day–no bad circumstances, just a bad mood. I was mad about so many things, I couldn’t even name one. I was short with my husband and distant and unavailable to my kids. I find I use being busy and unavailable as a mechanism so no one has to deal with my junk. If I’m busy, I’m not forced into conversations I don’t want to have. Busyness is a wall I erect to avoid engaging. It was one of those days.
You’re familiar with these days, right?
Here’s the difference between the way my loving Father deals with me and the way the enemy would like things to go. The enemy accuses me, turning every situation into my failure. He wants me to have a vague sense that everything is wrong, especially me. He says I am justified in my anger and sin and that I am guilty and without hope. “There is no way out because this is just how life is,” he suggests. I read once that he puts personal pronouns on these accusations so they seem like accurate thoughts I’m having about myself: “I’m really failing at this…my kids don’t care…they don’t even need me to engage…this is awful…it’s pretty much what I deserve.” Do you see where this is going?
Oh, but the words of my loving Father…
His conviction is more specific: “Heather, you were rude and selfish yesterday. You were spending the day with self-preserving walls up, apologize. Allow Me to pluck that out of your life. Draw near to Me and I’ll give you the strength and fulfillment you’re looking for.”
Satan takes my sin and makes it a declaration of who I am. God puts His finger on my sin and points me back to Him in confession and repentance.
There is a big difference between accusation and conviction. One is from my enemy and one is from my Father. One renders me paralyzed with shame, one cleanses, restores, and changes. One leads to death and one leads to life.
This is how parenting (or marriage or….living) leads me back to the cross: I sin, He convicts, I remember His blood that redeemed me, I confess and repent, He restores and draws me closer, I move forward clinging to Him in dependence. And this cycle happens again and again. Facing the truth of who I am, confessing, and relying on Him to change me brings intimacy.
To think that I should be further along, or I should be past this is pride. This holy God who loves His children knows how weak I am, He remembers I am only dust (Psalm 103:14); He knows I am and always will be a sheep, and He is and always will be my Great Shepherd. His is a relentless love that shepherds me in the day to day-ness of life. He gives grace after grace after grace. He uses everything to bring me back to Him and display the power of His gospel, even bad moods.
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