23 Mar
I’m being sanctified, but I don’t like it.
This is how I know for sure that my kid is a gift from God: He was designed to challenge any and all selfish impulses that I have, either by nature or habit. He is physically, emotionally, and spiritually exhausting. While being difficult to deal with much of the time he also represents the single greatest joy in my life. He is a teaching tool for holiness (these are never fun), wrapped up in the sweetest packaging and bringing with it all kinds of goodness. Very sneaky, God, but I’m on to you.
