I find myself finishing off a lot of sentences lately with, '...because you chose to throw a fit'. The sentence has usually started with the removal of a privilege. Otherwise I find myself warning the children NOT to throw a fit.
We have a had a lot of fits today. Unfortunately some of them were mine.
But just now, I read something that reminded me that it's my choice whether I throw a fit over poo paint in the bedroom (yes...AGAIN) or some other misdemeanour. However it not only reminded me that it's my choice, because I knew that when I threw it, and I chose to throw it with gusto!
But it gave me a different perspective on my choice.
I was reminded that by throwing the fit (or the tantrum, which is a slightly more Aussie term I think) I am actually taking the external and making it a part of me. I am allowing myself to be weighed down by something I cannot change. Regarding the poo paint in particular, it affected me long after the mess was cleaned up :(
When I get frustrated or angry (and make sure they all know about it) I am also allowing myself to behave in a way that does not bring glory to God...or show my children how to respond to these emotions in a godly manner.
I thank God that He is consistently faithful to teach me a 'more excellent way' despite my failings. And by His grace and mercy there will be another day to try again...and do better next time!
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