Parenting is hard, we all know that. It's this delicate balance between feeling the need to bend willful creatures with more energy than you to your will, and giving them grace because they are just kids. It's the never knowing if you're doing the right thing. Let me share with you for a moment where I'm at. My oldest will be 13 in four months, 13 ya'll, I'm not ready to be a mom of a teenager! My second oldest will be 10 two days after that (followed two days after that with my little mimi turning 4 and almost a month to the day after that my baby will be 2, bizarre I know). And everything I have heard about boys being easier is so, so, so true. I love my big baby girl so very much; she is my rainbow baby. She truly has a heart of gold and has real love for other people, compassion is great with this one. She is also my most trying child. My oldest, I get him, we understand each other. He is me only with testosterone. Her? not so much. The Lord is definitely using her to refine me!
So what does that look like, the refining? It looks like spending five dollars on Pokeballs. I am learning to let go of my pride, what I think is right, and learning a new way. It looks like laying bare the soul to other human beings and (gasp!) actually admitting how hard things have been. It looks like praying for a soft heart, a tender heart, even if it hurts. And it will, because when you pray that prayer, God answers, and life hurts. But the peace of God that passes all understanding will guard you; it will give you the still peace in the eye of the storm. It will allow you to see past the hurt to see the tender shoot underneath. The tender shoot of that child's heart, the woman's heart beside you, the heart of a man doing his very best.
Have a blessed day ya'll; love the ones placed in your life with a sacrificial love that releases pride.
So what does that look like, the refining? It looks like spending five dollars on Pokeballs. I am learning to let go of my pride, what I think is right, and learning a new way. It looks like laying bare the soul to other human beings and (gasp!) actually admitting how hard things have been. It looks like praying for a soft heart, a tender heart, even if it hurts. And it will, because when you pray that prayer, God answers, and life hurts. But the peace of God that passes all understanding will guard you; it will give you the still peace in the eye of the storm. It will allow you to see past the hurt to see the tender shoot underneath. The tender shoot of that child's heart, the woman's heart beside you, the heart of a man doing his very best.
Have a blessed day ya'll; love the ones placed in your life with a sacrificial love that releases pride.
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