He is adequate.
A post I never published from last March. I’m sure many more of these moments are to come in motherhood. I can depend on Him for everything.
Today, I was at a loss for how to deal with Cub. I had too much of my own frustration and sin clouding my judgment, and perhaps he did, too. I searched Scripture and my memory for things I could say, wisdom I could impart — but I came up empty.
Finally, I just went to his room, clasped his hands in mine, and wept and prayed. For the both of us.
I didn’t know what to give my son in his rebellion and mine. I could only pour out our inadequacies to the only one who is adequate.
My prayers will not save him. My tears will not soften him.
But God can.
And I pray He will.