Mirror, Mirror

My boys and I are riding in our van, my oldest in the front passenger seat as I drive.

In conversation, he uncharacteristically responds with disrespect in his tone. His words are clouded with sarcasm, and I'm not pleased ... to say the least.

Rage staggers me, from toe to mouth, it rises and comes out in harsh words,
 anger unleashed.

Shaken, I pull over, if only to compose myself.

Quiet overcomes the space, and the Holy Spirit speaks, still,

but surely and straight to my heart.

"You're not helping this situation. Walk humbly.

Treat him with the love and respect I show you."

My only obedient response is plainly in front of me. So, I turn to my son, explain that while his tone and response to me was wrong... I was handling it wrongly myself.

I apologize and, with tear-filled eyes, ask him for his forgiveness.

Nearing composure, renewed in purpose, and abundantly thankful for Christ living in me, I leave the shoulder, pulling back into the traffic.

Not even 2 minutes later, my son takes my hand.

"Mommy.."

This time I turn to see his eyes full of tears. Broken, he says,

"Mommy, I'm sorry. I was wrong for talking to you like I did. Will you forgive me?"

Mirror, Mirror

Mirror, mirror, of my heart

May God's reflection be

For it's not only I

Who pays the price

For sin's dark grip on me

　

May my life be Yours

God, shine freely through

That I may turn and see

Look in the mirror, at my boys

And there, Your reflection be

Lovingly

-Allyson

Joining in with Courtney and other Mommy's, at Women Living Well