Well, I’m squeaking in late on this Monday again, but I wanted to share a little lesson the Lord started to unfold for me today.
We had a rather crazy, emotion-filled day. Jeremiah (our oldest) had minor surgery today-his first time being put under. I spent the better part of last night and this morning crying-praying-singing-crying… you get the picture. Even though it was a standard procedure, I was all-of-a-sudden confronted by my lack of faith. I find that one of the hardest things about being a mom is that I so desperately want to protect my little loves from hurt and pain, but I can’t always be in control of that. I need to trust that the Lord is sovereign and His plans are bigger than mine-that I won’t always be free from suffering, but that He loves me, hurts when I hurt and that He is FOR me.
Enter, little spiritual lesson, in the shape of a curly-haired 3-year-old firecracker (Charis) who, in the middle of the waiting room, loudly sang “the Lord our God is mighty in battle, we are not afraid…”
I was a little sheepish at first, as there were a few people around, but then I quickly caught myself and just thanked the Lord for His truth. Matthew 21:16 says, “Jesus replied. “Haven’t you ever read the Scriptures? For they say, ‘You have taught children and infants to give you praise.'” ”
So, my challenge for you beautiful mamas today, is to let your children be the means through which the Lord refreshes you. Listen to the things they say. Drink in their child-like faith. Revel in the easy way in which they forgive and love others.
Grace and peace,