By God's free grace and favor.
I know this. I say I know this. I try to know this.
But I realized today that often in my actions I act like salvation comes through my children and their behavior.
I find myself getting embarrassed when my kids misbehave in public. Why do they do this? We train so fervently at home and work so hard and love so sweetly and then we get in public and they fall apart. And in utter frustration I feel broken and defeated and angry. I feel like it's a reflection on me, on my mothering, and on the state of our salvation and piety.
Ah, but what is piety? It is a gift and outpouring of the Holy Spirit and His Goodness, not of myself nor of my children.
I suppose when we understand this it takes the pressure off, gives us a chance to repent and have mercy on our fellow sinner and seek together for more compassionate and more gentle behavior.
Abide with me, fast falls the even tide, the darkness deepens, Lord with me abide. When other helpers fail and comforts flee, Oh Thou who changest not, Abide with me.
"Some went down to the sea in ships, doing business on the great waters; they saw the deeds of the Lord, His wondrous works in the deep. For he commanded and raised the stormy wind, which lifted up the waves of the sea. They mounted up to heaven; they went down to the depths; their courage melted away in their evil plight;
they reeled and staggered like drunken men and were at their wits' end. Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and He delivered them from their distress. He made the storm be still, and the waves of the sea were hushed. Then they were glad that the waters were quiet, and he brought them to their desired haven." Psalm 107:23-30
they reeled and staggered like drunken men and were at their wits' end. Then they cried to the Lord in their trouble, and He delivered them from their distress. He made the storm be still, and the waves of the sea were hushed. Then they were glad that the waters were quiet, and he brought them to their desired haven." Psalm 107:23-30

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