It really, really, REALLY sucks to be the mom sometimes. I hate having to enforce consequences. I hate having to get after someone who broke the rules. I hate having to discipline. It kills me to look into their eyes and see how hurt they are, but a lesson HAS to be learned.
I guess that's how the Lord feels when I screw up. He knows I am sorry but that doesn't change the fact that I must learn. He hears me cry and plead for things to be different, but, because he loves me, he leaves things the way they are, and waits for the pain to pass.
I know there is a light at the end of the tunnel, but it sure is dark in the hallway.
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