Recently, I felt battered and weary in my parenting journey. Can you relate to this glimpse into a normal day in my house with one particular child? Stumbling to the breakfast table, when told what would be served, a complaint is muttered. A rote adoration prayer with no heart to it is mumbled. A meltdown occurs during chore time over a slightly challenging task. A little while later as another day of school begins, a bad attitude oozes over school books. Opportunities for blessing a sibling are instead used for unkindness at just about every turn.
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