Warning: the following blog post contains bathroom-related content. My son just turned three years old.  As such, he is super into three-year-old things like riding his scooter, kicking his soccer ball, telling me about everything his eyes land on, and…the potty.  If I’ve said it once, I’ve said it 100 times: I’ve never learned more about my relationship with the Lord than when I became a mother.  In light of this, here are a few lessons God has been teaching me from our attempt at potty training.

Around January of this year, I started to feel different and it led to me acting differently.  I wish I could tell you now that the way I was feeling and acting was positive; however, it truly wasn’t.  I was angry, bitter, and frustrated with just about everything and everyone in my life. It spilled over into everything: work, family, friends.  I started to avoid people because of it. I put myself into a box and didn’t let myself out. I would put on a front, but inside I was crumbling. Even then, God was working in the depths of my heart and tearing down and building up – I just didn’t realize it yet.