She only looks innocent.
There is a wild woman who lives in my house.
A sneaky, beautiful, rebellious, free-spirited, bright-eyed, Saboteur. She goes by the name Caroline. She’s two.
Before I had HER, I always scoffed when people would say, “the terrible two’s…blah blah blah.” My sweet little darlings were fine in their two’s…they obeyed (for the most part) and I thought I was doing a fantastic mothering job. What was all the fuss about having a two year old?
Then I had Caroline.
Oh sure, I discipline. I’ve watched my share of Super Nanny. They are no match for her. She laughs in the face of restraint (giggles, actually, which is frustratingly cute).
But let me tell you, that girl with the glimmer in her eye just before her sin nature let’s loose, she has a fire in her. And I’m holding out for what that burning in her spirit will do one day if God reaches it; if His spirit collides with hers and they become one as she becomes His.
Oh, I pray for that day.
What a life…what a force she will be for the Kingdom.
So now I pray. I pray for the grace to get me through this season (and to not duct her to her bed). I pray for a Kingdom heart to be molded into her, and I pray that her fire would be stoked by Jesus…and then burn wild for Him.
By Sarah Mae, Like a Warm Cup of Coffee