A while back my oldest daughter was having a difficult time going to sleep. It wasn’t because she wasn’t tired, she was. It wasn’t because she doesn’t have a comfy bed, she does. The reason she was having such a difficult time going to sleep was because she was scared.
I wasn’t able to determine exactly why she was scared but she was afraid of something.
As a result, every night we went through the same routine to try and calm her fears. We made sure the closet door was shut. We turned on lights in the hallway and the bathroom. We reminded her that Jesus is always with her. We assured her that daddy and mommy would be in their room if she needed us. Some nights it worked and she went to sleep without much drama, other nights, however, it didn’t go very well at all.
On this particular night that was the case. It was time to go to bed and she wasn’t having it. We had gone through our normal routine to try and convince her everything was going to be okay and that there was nothing to be afraid of. Instead of getting calmer, however, she got more frantic. She was screaming and refusing to lie down and that’s when I had reached my limit.
I am usually a very empathetic person. If someone is feeling any kind of pain I am feeling it with them. This particular night, however, my empathizer had gone AWOL. Instead of identifying with what she was feeling at that moment I made it all about what I was feeling at that moment. I was tired and ready for bed and so I raised my voice and told her to go to sleep or there would be consequences.
She slept well that night (at least she pretended to anyway) but I didn’t. As soon as I was finished talking with her the Holy Spirit started talking with me. It was a talk that began that night and continued the next morning.
As I was shaving and pondering the way I had responded I heard the still small voice of God say to me:
don’t be a monster your kids are afraid of.
Ouch.
I had just got cut while shaving but it wasn’t on my face it was in my heart.
Galatians 5:22-23 says that the fruit of the Holy Spirit is …patience…and gentleness… Obviously, I had been lacking in both the night before with my daughter and as result my actions were in no way Christ-like. They were in fact selfish and self-centered and God reminded me that neither are becoming of a dad that wants his children to run to him in their fear.
So that evening I modeled for my daughter humility. I took her aside, explained to her my actions the night before were wrong, and asked if she would forgive me.
She did, we hugged and all was well again.
But not forgotten.
I haven’t forgotten that experience and pray I never do.
Occasionally, when I am shaving, I look at myself in the mirror and ask myself: what do my kids see when they look at me? Do they see a monster that scares them or a man of God that cares for them?
When you look in the mirror tomorrow morning I encourage you to ask the same question of yourself.
What do your kids see when they look at you?
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