I sat in the Adoration Chapel. Mind going at its usual fast pace. Distracted. Trying to focus and pray while the background thoughts raced by.
Sit, I commanded myself, frustrated. Just sit still and pray.
I grinned at myself, noticing that my admonition sounded like I was talking to a dog.
People tell me my children are good. But those are the people sitting in front of us at church. I know how many times they have gotten up or acted up.
But I don’t want to be raising my children to look good. I want to raise them to want to be good.
I know how little good it will do in the long run if they are “sitting down on the outside but standing up on the inside.”
