So, tonight, apparently to celebrate his birthday, my son threw an award-winning 3-year-old tantrum. In the midst of dealing with his behavior I was reminded to pray. The Spirit spoke to me as I inhaled, "More of HIM." I replied, exhaling, "Less of me" (Jn. 3:30). I was refreshed with a renewed sense of His presence as well as a new idea on how to handle the particular issue.
Nearly every day I almost reach the "end of my rope" due to the challenges of raising two strong willed little ones. Parenting is the most difficult journey I have ever endured. As I reflect now on the meditation "More of Him; Less of me", I am encouraged that I am not alone.
My Savior invites me: "Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light" (Mt. 11:29-30).
As I search out my true self in Christ, as I rely on His unending grace, strength and wisdom, I can never reach "the end" of my patience, my kindness, my endurance. Our Lord is truly a well of Living Water, quenching our souls that thirst for His goodness as we navigate life in a fallen world. God, our Perfect Abba-Father, can surely guide me as I mother the two precious lambs He has entrusted to me.
I long for More of Him. Less of me. More of Christ's love, patience, wisdom. More of Who He is. More of who He he longs for me to become-to be transformed as I sacrifice my own will to pursue "His good, pleasing and perfect will."
My name, "CHRIST-in-a [mother/wife/friend...]" is a blessed reminder of Christ in me. More of Him. Less of me.
