Mother, some days are hotter than others.
The demands and defiance fly like sparks, and you are prone to ignite up with them.
Oh, mother, mother, when the fire blazes, come stand in the cloud and hear this word:
“The LORD, the LORD, the compassionate and gracious God, slow to anger, abounding in love and faithfulness, maintaining love to thousands, and forgiving wickedness, rebellion and sin.” *
Hear this word of your Father and this heart for the child.
Compassion is cooling and grace takes its time. Slow to anger.
Stop and let all of this goodness descend.
When anger wants to shout, love whispers His Name first.