I was in 7th grade and, in typical teenage girl fashion, I was emotional, argumentative, and completely non-sensical.
I had a big argument with my parents about something. What? I don’t know. It could have been disagreement about clothes I wanted to wear, having to clean my room, or maybe nothing whatsoever. I remember that my dad got frustrated with my emotional teenage ways. Nothing major, but, poor guy, the hormones of a young girl are a lot for any man.
The next day at school, the teacher called me to the front of the room and told me that someone was waiting for me outside the door. I went out of the class to find my dad standing there, 1 dozen roses in hand. He had come to apologize to me. That day still brings tears to my eyes.
My dad, the pastor of this large church, attached to the school I attended, bought roses, walked past all of his colleagues and all the school kids to bring his daughter roses to apologize for getting frustrated. That is humility.
I hope to follow in my father’s footsteps. Was he perfect? No, but he was humble and honest.
Will I be the perfect mother? Will I always get it right? No way, not even for one day! But, my hope and prayer is that I would be willing to admit to my children when I get it wrong. I want to be able to humble myself enough to ask for their forgiveness. To cherish their hearts and pursue them the same way my dad did for me.
Philippians 2:3, “Do nothing out of selfish ambition or empty conceit, but with humility of mind regard one another as more important than yourselves.”
What about you? Do you find it hard (like me) to admit to your kids when you get it wrong? How do you practice humility in your home?
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