This is another email that I recieved. I can see parts of myself in this story…*LOL* Although I never put on makeup…I have nothing against makeup. Years ago I used to wear it on special occasions, though I never took the time to put it on every day…A few years ago, the girls got into my makeup and had quite a time, and ruined it all in the process…I have been trying to get a bit of makeup again, for those special occasions, but that’s pretty far down on my wish list.

I see myself in the erruptions…I am trying to learn to go to God with my stresses and cares, instead of worrying and stewing about them to the point of blowing up!!

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I’m Sorry

“Now I rejoice, not that ye were made sorry, but that ye sorrowed to repentance.” (2 Corinthians 7:9a)

I stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom with my makeup case in my hands. There seemed to be a sense of irony in the fact that I was putting on a “pretty face” for the rest of the world to see, but inside I was an angry and ugly homeschooling mother. The morning had gone from bad to worse with my husband’s car that wouldn’t start, a broken washing machine, and my mother’s “helpful” advice. I should have talked to the Lord when I felt the tremors coming, but instead, my pent up emotions erupted onto my ten-year-old son like a violent volcano when he failed to completed his math assignment. I had quickly said, “I’m sorry,” for my outburst, but my son’s expression told me that I had hurt his loving heart. 

As I looked into the mirror, God showed me the truth of what was happening. Between feeling like a failure because we lacked the finances to maintain our appliances and the rejection by my family for homeschooling, I was angry at Him. I had looked for the encouragement and approval I needed in the wrong place and was disappointed when I didn’t find it. Taking my frustration out on my son’s failure had simply transferred the same feeling to him. 

As I opened my make-up case, I prayed the rest of the day would go better. To my surprise, I saw little pieces of paper folded on top of the different colors of eye shadow. Opening each piece of paper, I found the words, “I LOVE YOU, MOM!” written by my son. Humbled, I knew I should have been the one seeking to restore our relationship. I started to cry and realized I would never get my makeup on that morning. I walked into my son’s room and started over. This time I truly said, “I’m sorry.”