Open up, O heavens, and pour out your righteousness. Let the earth open wide so salvation and righteousness can sprout out together. I, the LORD, created them. "What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator. Does a clay pot argue with its maker? Does the clay dispute with the one who shapes it, saying, 'Stop, you're doing it wrong!' How terrible it would be if a newborn baby said to its father, 'Why was I born?' or if it said to its mother, 'Why did you make me this way?'" This is what the LORD says--the Hold One of Israel and your Creator: "Do you question what I do for my children? Do you give me orders about the work of my hands? I am the one who made the earth and created people to live on it. With my hands I stretched out the heavens. All the stars are at my command.
--Isaiah 45:8-12 (NLT)
I sound like my kids. "Why mom?" "I don't want to." "You're not my Mom anymore!"
I tell them to do things or show them how to do things to make their lives a little bit easier, but I receive push back...constantly. And then the tempers flare from both sides. I'm not calm like my Father. I turn into "You-scared-me-Mom." Yes, my kids call me on my crap and I feel horrible for my lack of restraint. <Sigh>
It says, "What sorrow awaits those who argue with their Creator." There is sorrow and hurt between us when arguments start flying...or typically when things don't go my way. But how often do I think about the sorrow I cause Him by arguing with Him?
I had some time to reflect this morning while the kids had breakfast and watched a movie (It kept them quiet while I wrote.) to really think about the past few months and how I have let life break me.
I leave you with this prayer today: Lord, mold me, shape me, make me stronger. Thank you for being my Creator. Help me to live the life you have planned for me.