Little help

Lize: A few years ago, I had one of those days where I was just too impatient. I wanted to tidy up the house quickly and stepped into my eldest teenage daughter’s room. It was a complete mess, and she had hidden socks and clothes under her bed. So I told her to clean under it. She cried, unwilling to retrieve the laundry from beneath. Even after I insisted, nothing happened so I grabbed her hand a bit too forcefully and used it to reach under the bed.

That evening, when I came into her room again, I felt remorse over my harshness that afternoon.

The next day, we talked about hearing God's voice, and I asked her when she had last heard Him speak. She replied, “Yesterday, when you grabbed my hand to reach under the bed. I heard a voice say, ‘Don’t be afraid.’” Oh! My heart broke. In the very place where I had failed as a mother, He came to meet me.