Monday Musing: Family Resemblance

A few nights ago I had an argument with my younger daughter. And I realized, the whole point of the fight was this - I saw something in her attitude, in her response, that I didn't like about myself. I wasn't just fighting with her about her actions or her tone of voice - I was fighting for her character. And mine.

The Maker and The Flaws

God sees all my flaws.  He’s the Maker of my heart, the Designer of my life, who knit me together and laid out my steps.  He’s formed me, molded me, reshaped me throughout my life.  The molding and reshaping is an ongoing process.  I am never not in His hands.

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