I struggle to be a nice person and not yell at my kids in a really mean and even vicious way.
I struggle being a mother.
I struggle to like my three older children sometimes.
I struggle being a wife.
I struggle being a worship leader and not feel like a fraud.
I struggle with rage and outbursts that freak me out.
I struggle to fight off a selfish depression that I could quite easily give into.
I struggle to have close friendships that require me to be truly honest.
I struggle to read my bible.
I struggle to let Jesus really close.
I struggle with the Fruits of the Spirit, and wonder often if I really am saved, or I'd display these much better.
I struggle with sin.
For what I do is not the good I want to do;
no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing.
~Romans 7:19~
*Previously posted on my Xanga
I struggle with loving my son.
I don't think you need to worry. The worry starts when you decide to stop struggling and give into the impulses. Or worse, not care. You'll be okay...because you know you aren't doing it alone.
Those kind of struggles? Yea. me too. It helps me to know that Jesus struggled too, having people always on every single side of him, always wanting something from him, always wanting food or attention or touch. I love that even he needed to withdraw sometimes. Yes, I find that profoundly comforting. He understands why I need to go sit in the laundry room sometimes to hear myself think.
Lovely to meet you,
Lisa-Jo