Ezekiel 23:49, “You will suffer the penalty for your lewdness and bear the consequences of your sins of idolatry. Then you will know that I am the Sovereign Lord.”
We had a huge child tantrum this morning. By the age of nearly ten you would think that we would be beyond these tirades, but can I tell you that even as they get older there are still moments that every mom hates to have happen in her home. I love my children beyond measure or words and even as this fit continues and screams are still shrill in my ears I love this child of mine. What do we do when the inevitable Satan worms him way into a morning in your home that started out so beautiful?
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Satan taking advantage of a child who is normally happy go lucky in the morning and doesn’t care all that much what her breakfast will be, but this morning it was breakfast that was the undoing of our morning and Satan nearly won the fight as my patience and temper could have taken a moment of complete and utter disappointment and made it so much worse.
Eggs or cereal? That was the option for breakfast. The choice was made and eggs it was! Okay, no problem, but she wanted to make her own eggs (all by herself). I had not yet taught her to make them on her own without any help from me or her older sisters. This by yourself thing was not an option. I offered to show her and supervise – declined. I offered to have one of her sisters assist or make them for her – epic refusal. I went ahead and had a sister make the eggs and buttered toast at which we went into full on “I am NOT going to eat those eggs.” I felt any patience I once had leave at that very moment.
We simply do not act this way over food offered, especially when there was a choice. Lord, how do I handle this larger-than-life meltdown is what I was silently praying as she continued her rant on the floor. Fifteen minutes passes as she sat at the table with food in front of her refusing to eat. That is out time allowed at the table and then they go without; perfectly acceptable timeframe for a ten year old to eat two eggs and one piece of toast.
After sending the said child to her room to clean it and get dressed it began. Yelling. Stomping feet. Slamming doors. Shrilled screams. And the sounds you never want to come from your precious child, sounds that are not from her nature, but from Satan himself. I am not saying she is possessed. I’m saying that Satan used my child to get to me and it nearly worked.
After slammed doors and screaming at me to “leave me alone” I quietly walked to her room and let myself in and shut the door behind me. I explained how this was not acceptable behavior and would never be accepted in our home. I told her was respect and character were showing through her, or the lack there of really. She continued to scream at me and then I walked away and shut the door, after telling her that she would not come out unless I otherwise said so.
Screaming. Tears. Sobbing. A completely messed up room from anger. But then she broke and started to say over and over how sorry she was. It wasn’t the genuine apology. It was because she knew she was wrong, but still wanted what she wanted and thought the quick bandaid apology would be enough this time. It wasn’t. “But I promise I won’t do it again!” Sorry, hun, but you have to learn that your actions have consequences.
I tell you all this to remind you that even in a home of a Christian family and a woman who runs a women’s ministry to encourage other women, we have really bad days and bad moments. Those moments do not define us and we can be forgiven. Christ offered that for us as he paid the ultimate price for all sins with his death.
As mother it is my responsibility to teach my children that God has told us how we are to act and present ourselves (as said in Ezekiel) and that we have a choice in what we say and do, but if we choose wrong there will always be a consequence. Do we want good consequence or a bad? My child chose bad this time, but she learned an important lesson and so did I. I am not immune to the attacks of Satan on my family in my home and I must always be prepared. Even I need to be encouraged and reminded of what God has for me as a wife, mother, sister, friend and child.
Lord, these days shall pass and we will move along, but help me to learn from you what you have in these moments of truth. May I always remember that I go first to you before I deal with a potential heartbreaking moment with my children. I want my children to know how much I love them, even when they must deal with punishment from a poor choice. Bless my children and take captive their hearts for you. In Your name, amen.