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Apr 12, 2010

Thinking You Aren't Good Enough

Does that feeling of inadequacy ever strike you? I often feel like I'm not good "enough". I'm not sure how good I'd have to be to qualify as enough, but I'm quite certain I currently am not. I'm not a good enough wife or a good enough mom or a good enough Christian. I especially cannot fathom how *I* can qualify as Christian enough to train my children to love and worship God.
Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them. Matthew 7:20 KJV Am I a good tree or a corrupt tree? Are my sins so deep, I cannot show my babies the way? No, they aren't. Hopefully, I can lead them from the sins I have committed.

Malachi loves God. He likes to tell me things about "Jeesius", about how much the Lord loves us. He makes me smile. (When he isn't making me pull out my hair!) If I am so bad, why does Mal like to pray randomly throughout the day to thank God for a safe drive to the store 10 minutes away? How does he know he can ask for God's help when he is having trouble behaving? "Dear God, please help me stop jumping in Mommy's chair. Amen."

On Good Friday, we made it to St. Albans MOPS. We don't make it often because Friday School usually falls on the same Friday. The boys came home with various and sundry Easter projects; colored eggs, plants (well, seeds in a cup), and a plastic egg for each of them with a small accordion folded egg-shaped book (Mal called it "a pray book of my Jeesius") and a small green stamp that read "Jesus lives!". Now the whole point of this gift was to open the book and stamp Jesus lives on all of the blank pages. Mal took it one step further. Maybe more than one step further. He stamped his hands, face, shirt, the ceiling of the car above his carseat... and this.


Heather T. said...

You're posts always bring a smile! Hey, just in case you might forget - he's got you covered :)

Kirstin said...

I am soooo glad you posted that! It totally made my day!

kp said...

Awesome. What better time for a reminder of God's love than when you're (hopefully) alone in a (maybe) quiet room?