How I Stopped Being an Angry Mom

There was a time in my motherhood journey when I thought I would never be able to see the day when angry didn’t define me.

Angry was my identity.

Irrational was my guilt.

Banshee was my shame.

It seemed that no amount of prayer, Bible study, or church-going would ever make a difference. It didn’t matter if I started every day in the Word and begged God to give a gentle and quiet spirit.

There was no change in the temperament of my soul.

No More Angry Mom

 

I might start off on the right foot with my mind set on being a kind and loving mom. I could sit through devotions with my preschoolers and play through puzzle time with a quiet countenance. But as each morning became afternoon and afternoon turned into evening, the battle within my soul raged on.

Eventually, messy rooms became pig styes.

Rolling eyes triggered sharp-tongued lectures.

Unpredictable changes in my schedule caused hot-temped meltdowns, and not just in my toddlers.

The vows I made years ago about how I would be as a mom seemed to make no difference. Where was that woman I thought I’d become?

Why wasn’t Jesus enough?

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If you’re ready to take the next step towards real life change, the Infuse Life Transformation Course will walk you through a process similar to what I went through in my journey of becoming a woman no longer controlled by anger. Learn more here.

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