agent of His

As I reflect on this week, I realize that nomatter what I did, significant or insignificant someone was watching. Eden was, yes, but the Lord was watching the motives of my heart, the attitudes hidden deep inside, and the way I responded to chaos. Can I admitt I was tired this week? Disgruntled, grumpy, lazy...and short tempered. Through all of my yuck, when my child looked up at me and had a need or asked to play or even when dealing with discipline, the way I responded to her was a picture to her of who and how God is. I am an agent of His. I reflect His heart to her and I am one of the ways she will know who He is by me showing her. Did I fail miserably? I think so. Was I intentional and give my best? With what I had, I gave what I could. Most of all, even on rough days, I want her to see joy so uncontainable pouring through my being. That is the Holy Spirit inside of me. When I am so utterly weak or discouraged I can commune with a living person inside of me who constantly tells me He will strengthen me, He will never leave me, He loves me. And He is honest but so kind! And He is faithful as I let Him to transform me from the inside out to look more like that beautiful man in heaven, the God-man Jesus. Let love and humility be worked inside of me on the days I feel the weakest as a mother. More of you, less of me, God!