My son has recently turned a corner. One which I was hoping we'd avoid. Time keeps on marching and thus my son approaches the age of 3. Once he rounded the corner and saw 3 within his sight, my sweet, compliant, loving boy was replaced by a tantrum throwing, "no!" monster.
His latest statement when he doesn't want to or sometimes can't do what is being asked of him is: "I can't, it's too big for me!" Well now isn't that philosophically deep for a 2 year old? I of course say that with jest, but I got to thinking that sometimes I feel just that way, that things are too big for me.
I know of course though, that God equips us with abilities we don't always realize we have. So, where I think things are too big for me, I must proceed forward. In the end, God has equipped me and that for which I am unequipped, God is bigger.
Some days I think 3 kids is too big for me and my patience is down to zero. I have literally taken to escaping to my room to kneel and bow my head in prayer to God. I pray for the patience that alludes me and the wisdom to say the right words to my 8 year old daughter who is going on sixteen. It never ceases to amaze me that I come out with the right words. I most of the time don't even know what I am going to say until it is out of my mouth. Then I watch in amazement as my daughter responds to my new take.