Struggling Well With Life

I live with three women, and being raised as the last of five boys, being around women is a treat. However, lately I feel like I am in way over my head. I am not equipped for what unfolds pert near every day at my house. Last weekend was pretty rough. Now that the girls are no longer girls, but on the precipice of adulthood, they are fully aware, and amply capable of not only observing but weighing in on the shortfalls of my character, and do so. One of the toughest moments in parenting thus far has left me wrestling with the truth behind the emotions expressed. God is using these women to get at my heart, to level me, and keep me utterly dependent on him.