"Guess what mom! God didn't make us diamonds because diamonds are flawless. That is why he made us Rubies. Rubies are flawed. Did you know that mom? God made us with so much value, like Rubies. But not like diamonds, because if we were diamonds we would be flawless and we wouldn't need Him. While our teacher was telling us that, it really hit me. I mean, it made so much sense. I don't want to be flawless. I need God."
Oh how hearing that makes my soul sing. To watch my girl, clutching that rose, but more importantly, clutching His Word. Watching her eyes twinkle with revelation. Seeing His truth burn into her heart. Isn't that every mother's prayer? Lord, please speak to my child. Let her know your love, your truth. And when God answers a prayer like that, you just want to jump and shout. Praise Him! He is good!
As I daily fail to impart His wisdom, love, patience, kindness, gentleness, faithfulness, and self-control to my children, He does it without me. And I praise Him! He sees my fallen state. He sees my inward scars that lash out at my family. He also intimately hears my cry to be relieved of this sinful soul. Lord, please don't let them perish because of me. Please work in their lives in spite of me. And He does! I praise Him!
