Friction

I get tired of the brotherly friction. I get so aware of it that I fear it is all I hear and see. Sometimes I think it takes a dozen kind interactions between them to strip away the rust of the ungenerous ones from my senses. But when I get weary my reaction is to withdraw, to get frustrated, to lay my head down and sigh -- but I have got to be more. I am the mother. And He promises that He will allow rivers of living water to flow through me if I do not dam it up with my own selfish reactions. I need to draw from He Who is the Source of peace and wisdom.

O Lord, help me to allow your living waters of peace to flow through me to my boys.