Conversation About Our Children…

As Christian mothers we worry about if we have the word of God instilled in their lives.

Many of my friends truly worry about their teens salvation. It is in us to worry, even though the Bible tells us not to, and we worry well! Recently a friend was confiding that she is so worried that her oldest did not get enough of the Word poured into him as a little guy. She, like even myself, figured that church did a good enough job and I have so many other things to do! How could I possibly add Bible studies for my little one into my day? (They were in public school then.) We both have younger ones now that we just deeply pour Jesus into them daily!! We can see the difference in how situations are handled by the kids. Granted all kids are different, but the younger ones call out to the Lord quicker than the older ones. I will only judge myself on this and it is all my fault. Yet I was not at a place in my life where I knew just how important that is. I am changing that for my grand children’s futures though!

Let me get back to the confiding of a friend. She is so worried as to how her child, now young adult, will turn out. She is so scared and self condemning about the lack of God centered living that her most precious gift, she feels, should be achieving daily. She was so distraught. She broke my heart with all the pain she was sharing. She blamed herself for all of this. I have felt that pain myself. So I shared with her what the Spirit shared with me.

God has a plan for our children.

They were sent here for a specific reason.

We do not know what that reason is.

They each have a special gift just for that reason.

Sometimes they need to fall a little. Look at some of our great pastors now. They were rascals! Look into the pasts of Greg Laurie, Jack Hibbs and Billy Graham! Billy Graham actually said he would never be a pastor!! Ha ha ha!! He is one of the greatest Pastor’s of my lifetime!! What about the men in the Bible? Saul was pretty darn bad. He tortured Christians. He ended up changing his name to Paul, was one of Jesus 12 apostles, converted thousands to Christianity and wrote more books of the New Testament than anyone else!

God can make anything good.

I was that kiddo too, the one my friend is worried about.  I knew the Lord, but I was not walking with Him. I had my own agenda…with the world. I made bad choices and fell flat on my face. I am not worthy to call Jesus my Savior. Yet still, He took me when I was ready to accept His friendship and love, and He used all my imperfections to mold me into the woman, wife, mother, teacher and friend I am today. Without all the bumps and dings I have given myself along the way I may not appreciate the beauty of watching others give their hearts to the Lord.  When they do, my heart fills with joy for them! Truly it does!! I get all teary eyed as I am so blessed to be witness of their divine moment of accepting or re-establishing that commitment with Jesus. It is a precious moment.

Looking back, I see how God turned my hurt-filled  past into something useable for good.  I can connect with so many people on so many different levels now on how life was before Jesus was my main focus.

  He is my Savior, not my accessory.

He has done great things with me and again I say, I am so unworthy of the blessing of Him.

If He would do that for me…

He will work miracles with our kids!!!

God~ simply

We need to pray for our kids.

Pray daily.

Pray for them to see in us, things that will help them become amazing young men and women of God, without them even realizing it.

Maybe our child will be the light that guides another to the Lord.

Maybe our child will be an incredible husband or wife that shines for the Lord, inspiring others to be the same.

Maybe our child will be like Pastor Saeed, doing the work of the Lord in scarey country’s that want to torture and kill all Christians.

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I just pray that the little light, or the big one, that is Jesus planted in their hearts will engulf their souls.

May Jesus be used through my children and may the Holy Spirit work through me to mold them in the way He needs them to be.

Have a blessed day friend!

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Grab Kleenex Before You Read

Little Hands
by Victoria Brake 
 
Little hands to hold so tight.
Hair to comb, and tears to wipe.
Little feet that grow so fast.
Teeth to brush and bedtime baths.
Little cups that must be filled.
Teething rings that must be chilled.
Little dresses, spin and twirl.
Little hair bows, little curls.
Time is fleeting, oh so fast.
What was just here, is now the past.

Little hands that needed me.
Now need me less, I start to see.
She ties her shoes and combs her hair.
Picks out her clothes, knows what to wear.
She grabs her doll, heads to the door.
I smile, she’s still a little girl.
We’re at the park, we play pretend.
She tells me I’m her favorite friend.
Who, what, when, where, why and how?
She needs to know these things right now.
So full of life, so full of love.
This gift sent from the Lord above.

She’s older now, my little girl.
She’s learning more about the world.
Each night I ask the Lord above,

to help me teach her how to love.
There’s so much that she needs to know,
and I’m still learning as I go.
Please, Lord… PLEASE help me get this right.
I beg, as I lose sleep at night.
Precious soul, undefiled.
Lord, guide me as I raise this child.

What just happened? Can it be?
My little girl is now a teen.
No more dolls, and no more bows.
That happened fast, where did time go?
Help me to listen patiently,
as I instruct her, Lord guide me.
May my words be gentle and kind.

Loving, sincere, pure and wise.
Her time at home, will soon be gone.
It sure did fly, but it was fun.

Her bags are packed and by the door.
She’s off to face a whole new world.
It seems like only yesterday,
as I would rock her… she would say.
Just one more story, pretty please?
Please would you read one more to me?
Then I would tuck her in her bed,
and kiss her on her precious head.
No more ballet, no more tee ball.
No more measurements on the wall.
Today she’ll leave this cozy nest,
and spread her wings, and give her best.

Five years later, long white dress.
My heart is full, I am so blessed.
My little girl, a woman now.
So full of grace, I am so proud.
A handsome man, I’ll call my son.
I’ve prayed for him, since she was one.
Thank you Lord, for hearing me.
For strengthening our family tree.
Two young lives will now be one.
A new love story has begun.

Two years later, by her bed.
The doctor says, he sees a head.
A baby girl, wrapped up in pink.
My daughter reaches her to me.
I close my eyes, and smell her hair.
The tears they fall, without a care.
I lay her on my daughter’s chest,
the years ahead will be her best.

It’s true, she may not know it yet.
But she will soon, that I can bet.

 

Little hands to hold so tight.
Hair to comb and tears to wipe.
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I read this here.
Since my oldest daughter is graduating in a few weeks,
this poem really hit home as to just how fast
time with our children flies by.
I miss the little girls she was.
When she could climb into my lap and cuddle.
I miss the cute little pictures she would make for me.
I love the way she would be outside pretending to be a spy or on a treasure hunt with her incredible imagination.
Still,
I am so proud of the beautiful young woman she has become.
She is good, pure, honest, strong, intelligent, faithful, amazing, creative, has the voice of an angel…
She is all that and so much more!
She gives me so much joy!
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I am so blessed to have such a daughter!
Thank you God for her.
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Going to hug all my little loves right now
and
the man who shares them with me.

~Jen Hatmaker

Love your children

Found this at the Skeptical Mother on my facebook…had to share.

“You will never have this day
with your child again.
Tomorrow they’ll be a little
older than they we’re today.
This day is a gift.
Breathe and notice.
Smell and touch them;
study their faces
and little feet and pay attention.
RELISH THE CHARMS
of THE PRESENT.

Enjoy today, mama.
It will be over before you know it.”

~Jen Hatmaker