Fiercely His: Fighting for a Heart of Forgiveness
I never thought of myself as a fierce woman until I had kids. The depth and ferocity of my feelings, when I perceive something as a threat to my children, came as a surprise to me.
As a young mom, the first time I saw another little kid push over my daughter on a playground, I got a little glimpse into what kind of fierce woman I really am. That time, it was a mild enough incident. I picked my girl up, kissed her, and sent her back out to play…away from the other kid. But what I felt inside, the intensity, it shocked me! I had never felt like that before. And that was just a little thing. What would I do if my daughter’s happiness or her sense of security were actually threatened? I was afraid to find out.
Yet soon enough, I would.
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