Last night, I was allowing myself to get so down and self-deprecating, it was pathetic. I was actually teary-eyed as I complained to my husband over the phone, “how did I let the kids get this far behind in their books?
I can’t keep up with it all!
Other mothers have it all together. I can’t do it as good as they do it. My kids are not doing well because of me.” Of course, because God, in His infinite wisdom, gave me a husband who is Godly and understands that I’m crazy, he just said, “Honey, I love you and that’s not true at all. I’ll talk more with you when I get home.” Here’s what I said,
After I got off the phone one of my children asks me why I’m crying. Not wanting him to feel like it’s his fault, I just say that I’m having a hard time doing a good job. He says, “who said you were doing a bad job?” Instantly, before I could even have a rational thought, my Spirit said, “Satan.” My youngest didn’t even bat an eye and said,
“but he lies.”