I have gotten to a point where I clean my phone and hand it over to him when the fight for my phone gets real. He thinks cell phones and everything belongs in the mouth. I am beginning to think he is the second in command after God in our home.
I will wage war for life, but I cannot justify trampling the wounded on the way to the battle. I must keep my heart at a place that I will stand for truth, but also be willing to run across the street for the broken carrying the weight of her choice. When I forget how to do both, then I fall into dangerous territory myself.