As Matt and I have been trying to work and parent while in lockdown, there are a lot of moments when I feel like I am at my wits’ end (especially when our two-year-old decides to stop napping, and we also decide to start potty-training him (I know, that second one was self-induced)). It can be so easy for me to get snippy and annoyed with my kids which leads to guilt and frustration at myself.
This isn’t helped by teaching two theology courses twice a week (wherein I seem like a lecturer who has it all together, especially in her relationship with Jesus). Fortunately, I’ve been reminded that as a loving parent, God is never annoyed or short with me. Instead of this leading to further guilt, it was a reminder that I don’t have to be perfect to be loved. I feel like every lockdown is a reminder that I am not what I do, and honestly, every lockdown, I needed the reminder.
May you find rest in your belovedness.