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It’s a rainy day today. Cancelled plans mean little girl and I are chilling at home, working on laundry, fulfilling tiny tasks around the house, and generally being lazy. I generally have trouble relaxing, so today is a bit of a blessing. My springtime allergies are still acting up, so that’s one more reason it’s nice to just be home today. It amazes me how independent E is becoming. She’s actually starting to play independently, enjoying time in the sunshine, reading books to herself, and/or changing her baby doll’s clothes. Even with these bursts of independence, she still depends on me quite a bit. Her world still largely revolves around our daily routines, and on mama finding things to entertain her with. This can be draining. I often find that I don’t use those moments of “independence” for much more than web searching. Which could be a blog post of its own. While I could be using the time wisely, I don’t. I’m so used to her not giving me any time to myself, ha!

It’s easy for me to become impatient with her. Easy for me to get fed up with entertaining, keeping busy, playing 2-year-old games. Easy for me to get fed up with teaching her right from wrong. Some days are seemingly filled with “learning moments.” Learning moments for her and for me. I don’t often like having to teach her these things. She’s such a sweet girl that it’s hard to teach her right from wrong. But it has to be wrong. Outbursts, speaking disrespectfully, deliberately disobeying, left unattended with only lead to worst things later in life.

My words are powerful. How I chose to use them, especially with my child, will have lasting consequences. Words. they come out of my mouth so easily, and stay there for so long. Already her eyes and heart capture it all. It’s such a hard balance, to make her understand that something is wrong, but at the same time, still speak the words in love. If I’m too “soft” she won’t even listening. If I’m too harsh, it hurts my heart a little bit.

Because I want her to love me. I want her to view me as someone she can turn to for wisdom and advice.

But I can’t to it on my own.

On my own, my tongue only breeds disaster.

On my own, I don’t stand a chance of taming it, or its effects (James 3:8).

That’s why I’m so thankful for Jesus. I’m so thankful for His influence on my life. I’m so thankful that He departs wisdom and understanding into my life on a daily basis. His wisdom is gentle and full of mercy. His parenting style is the one I long to follow. I pray that my words are seasoned with grace (Colossians 4:6). That they daily teach my daughter right from wrong, but speak love into her life as well. To do this, I definitely need the wisdom of God.


"But the wisdom from above is first pure, then peace-loving, gentle, compliant, full of mercy and good fruits, without favoritism and hypocrisy. And the fruit of righteousness is sown in peace by those who cultivate peace" (James 3:17-18, HCSB).


I want our little world to be one of happiness and peace. One in which my daughter feels safe to explore and grow, knowing that that she’s safe and well loved. I want my words to guide her toward what is right and true. My ultimate prayer is that she will one day realize how much she needs Jesus as her personal Savior. That point is still several years down the road. Until then, speaking the truth into her life, with grace and love, is what I desire. Putting that into action is sometimes harder than others. I often find myself getting more impatient with her than i would with anyone else. Why does that always happen with the people closest to us? Why is it that my tongue is often the loosest at home, away from the public eye? I really don’t know, but it’s definitely something I want to watch. I don’t like those moments when the ugly side comes out. Yes, I have pregnancy hormones hard at work as well, but I still don’t like it when my words come out too fast, especially near the end of the day when I’m tired and busy. Little girl doesn’t deserve that, and neither do the other important people in my life. And so, my prayer, today and everyday, is that my words would be thoughtful and loving. That even when I must speak truth, I will have the wisdom of God on my side.

What do your words speak to those around you? Are they seasoned with grace? How do you find the balance between loving someone, but also speaking truth into their lives?