“Where you stumble and fall, there you find pure gold.” Carl Jung
Some mornings start out rough. The demands and sibling bickering resound before breakfast even begins.
Those are the days that my patience is short and I’m a little edgy.
It has taken me a long time to reach a point of grace for myself during these challenging days. I want to judge myself, and hold up this made up image I have in my head of what the imaginary “perfect mom’s” day would look like.
But that doesn’t help.
Lately, I have started to grasp that if “there is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus,” than I don’t need to hold that judgement over myself either.
If my tone gets sharp with one of the kids, I don’t have to beat myself up for it. I can apologize to them, apologize to God, and accept the depth of my need for grace.
Living out that grace towards myself has been stepping into a freedom I didn’t know I was missing.