Our worst enemy

In my experience as an adult, I often find I am my own worst enemy. The critical battles that I face each day are usually the little struggles with myself. Am I going to read some scripture and pray for a few minutes, or would I rather read the most current political news for example.

However, as I look back on my youth, I often think my worst enemies were my siblings. That’s not to say I don’t love my brothers, today I would count them as two of my very favorite people.

I see some of the same scenarios playing out with my children. They love each other dearly, but they also drive each other nuts. Often on purpose. We have made a point over the last several years of trying to convince Isaac and Faith particularly to just walk away and come get one of us. Don’t fight over the cereal, or the new toy, or what movie to watch, just let the other child have their way and come to us. We’ll sort it out.

So this morning, after Isaac and Brittany had finished their breakfast and gone on to other things, and Faith was just sitting down to eat hers, she told Brandy, “Don’t worry, Mommy. If I fight with myself, I come get you.”

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