So I've had a "few" homesick times this week, wanting ever so much to eat real brownies (didn't get to, but had some fun size candy bars that I got from JM), wanting real Korean food (settled for Korean ramen and kimchi that my student's mom made-actually wanted the duk (rice cakes) in it, but the store ran out), wanting chips (had Doritos that I saved from my mom's package), wanting Jimmy John's because I saw on a friend's Facebook that he just had one (so I went to the store and bought french bread, mayo, mustard, sandwich meat and some lettuce)... It's hard being far away from "home"... but God gives us things to fill it up with....
What's the title BUSTED for? Well, I went to the store today to buy the stuff for making "Jimmy John" sandwiches. Of course if you are going to have sandwiched, you have to get some chips right, so A picks hers and then I picked mine. A asked if she could try mine and I told her she has to eat hers (I mean come on, I'm filling a craving right... Don't mess with me, I'm missing "home"). So on the way to check out, A says, "Mom you know what God says?" I'm like, "what?" and she says, "God says we have to share and He would not be happy if you don't share. So you have to share your chips." I just started laughing... TOTALLY BUSTED, right?
Ugh all those times I tell her she has to share even when I know it's so hard for her and when I had exactly what I wanted, I didn't want to share... I am such a sad case... So, I told her I would and that I was sorry... ha ha... What a mom right?
Two things I thought of...
1. How many times do I tell A something and I myself do not do what I say?
2. How many times does A correct me?
Another story I would like to share about A. Today we went to ballet class and we both forgot to bring her slippers, so of course because she was not like the others, she did not want to join. I spent 20 minutes trying to convince her that it's okay, but she did not want to. So the ice-cream I had promised her before ballet if she did a good job went out the window. After that it was downstream for her. I mean whining, complaining and just outright disobedience. Finally, I asked A what was going on. She just sat there. I asked her if there was something bothering her and she said yes. I asked her what and with the saddest look on her face, she pointed down. I was like what???? Then she said, "Satan keeps telling me to disobey and I don't know what to do." and she started to tear up.
We prayed together and I told her that she needs to tell Satan that she is God's little princess and He can't mess with her and then I told her to pray to Jesus so that He could help her say no to Jesus and give her other ideas. After that, it got significantly better.
As I listened to her, I thought how I wish I could be so sensitive to that... I mean she was so sad. How many times do I give into sin... but like I said before, Satan is on a mission, even attacking our kids...
Just realizing how much more I need to be on my knees for my baby. Life only gets tougher... wait til she gets to real school... or jr. high... or do I even dare to say high school...
Prayer!!!
