I confess, Lord, that I have nitpicked my children. Oh yes, I have. In the name of wanting to teach them the right way to go, I’ve discouraged them.
One sighs, “I can’t do anything right.” And my heart tears in two.
Please change me. Please forgive me. Please use my words to build them up, not tear them down.
I confess that I’ve set them against a standard of perfection and seen their lack. I do the same when I look in the mirror.
Show me — and them — how to walk humbly on our ways, hopeful and confident that You are working in us, transforming us, and making us more into Your image. Give me wisdom to know how to praise and when to correct.
Please give me eyes to see how very much my cup overflows — and to be thankful.