I’ve admitted it before and I’ll say it again…my soul was saved when I was five years old but my mouth is still awaiting redemption. Although that may be not exactly theologically correct, it’s my sarcastic way of saying I struggle with my words.
Oh sure, I can write.
But get me frustrated and sometimes the things I may say are not exactly kind…sweet…or lady-like.
I’m not proud of it. I do try to really work on my language from time to time. Then I just give up and say screw it, I’m doing my best.
Why am I telling you this?
Two days ago in the car, one of my kiddos repeated one of my colorful words. Soji quickly spoke up and said, “Hey! Only Mommy is allowed to say bad words!”
We all laughed and chuckled…and quickly wrote it down in our little log of funny things the kids say.
I could turn this into a sermon about how important our example is and how we must all strive to be our best so that our children will follow along.
But I suspect we all know that already.
So instead, I’m just going to be real with you and say that I know we are all trying our best. I know we all fall short every. single. day.
We do our very darnedest to be a good example to our children and in the end we have to learn to give ourselves a little slack. Because if I’m placing the turnout of my kids on my very best behavior, then I’m thinkin’ I can do a better job than a perfect and Holy God did with His two children, Adam and Eve. Remember, it didn’t take long for those two to wind up in trouble. And it wasn’t because God wasn’t a good example!
So yes, do let’s do our best. And let’s give ourselves a little slack. And in the end, remember, only mommy is allowed to use bad words.