Faulty

I was recently involved in a discussion about requesting teachers at my son's elementary school. One mom pointed out how important it is to get a teacher that's not a yeller.  Another mom, who knows me more personally, admitted that she's a yeller and pointed out that I am also a yeller. She gave me a quick side hug and laughed about how she loves me because of it.

I laughed with them.  But, I don't like people pointing out  my faults, especially in front of other people.  I really like people to think that I'm perfect. Seriously, I don't yell at my  kids that much.

I started paying attention.  Shoot.  That darn friend was right.  I yell at my kids all the time.  They don't deserve that.  They deserve to be encouraged and respected.  I don't like to be yelled at, why would I do something to them that I hate? I'm trying really hard to change this about myself; to find a better way to communicate to them, when I would normally be screaming.

As I went to sleep last night, God really reminded me of how great my kids are.  I spent a good deal of time praying for them; that God would grow them in their strengths, and also to break down the areas where they each struggle.  I also prayed that I would be a better mom; enjoy them, listen to them, and build them up. 

It is, after all, a heart issue. What comes out of my mouth is really an outpouring of my heart.  God brought me to this verse this morning.  (I NEVER have quiet times anymore, this was super rare today.)  Psalm 51:10 - Create in me a pure heart, O God, and renew a steadfast spirit within me. Yes, please.