There are days I literally don’t know what to say.
When emotions are high.
When behaviors don’t make sense.
When my own heart is reacting before I can think.
And in those moments, I stop.
Even for two seconds.
And I ask: “Holy Spirit… help me see.”
And somehow — He does.
He shows me what’s under the anger.
He slows my speech.
He reminds me that this isn’t a battle to win — it’s a heart to reach.
I don’t need more parenting hacks.
I need more discernment.
More fruit of the Spirit: peace, patience, self-control.
The Holy Spirit is not a parenting accessory.
He’s the anchor.
And the more I listen to Him, the more I parent like Jesus — full of truth, but drenched in grace.