Senior Western Oregon outfield Sara Tucholsky never thought she'd hit a homerun that day, so when the ball soared over the back fence, she couldn't believe her eyes. She made a break for first base and felt her knee suddenly give out. You won't believe what happens next.
I stared at her and she held out her arms for me. Me. The scary monster. She wanted me. The same person who frightened her, she was seeking comfort from.
I recently found myself feeling offense. Red, hot anger, that I felt was justified, righteous, even. But what I couldn’t understand was, if it was righteous and justified by God, then why did I feel so bad?
When I seek to punish or control my kids with harsh words just because they aren’t behaving exactly the way I want, I need to call my response what it is. It’s not a bad day. It’s not a mom fail. It’s not a joke. It’s sin.
