|I'm the shortest one in my family and the happiest |
when I have a ginger with his arms around me.
|Don't let that smile and cowboy hat fool you...|
this guy can be a stinker!
Hoping Ike would soon tire because I knew I certainly was exhausted, I doggedly pursued justice to no avail.
|I prefer fireworks at a distance, thank you very much!|
The normal forms of correction we use weren't working and the situation seemed desperate. What was I going to do? The Hubs wasn't home, there was no back-up. I had to handle this one alone.
But in my second of need, I realized I was wrong. I was not alone. It's then that I heard His voice.
"Pray, Cindy. Pray." I slowly walked up the stairs speaking to God with each step, asking for guidance, counsel and patience. His still, small voice beckoned me and told me to do something for Isaac that clearly wasn't my choice.
God told me to hold him. Simply take that furious fellow into my arms and rock him gently. Let him know I loved him.
This wasn't exactly the form of discipline I had in mind (LOL) but I knew the Lord was guiding me to be "quick to listen and slow to anger." James 1:19. Then He told me to show mercy and compassion. God told me to forget Isaac's pre-school insults. So against all my human judgment, I cradled that angry guy in my arms and spoke softly to him. The firecracker and his mom were finally settling down.
|A snapshot of life too many years ago...|
But again, the Lord supplied me with the humility and gratitude necessary. "...and thank you God for letting me be Isaac's mommy today. Even though it wasn't easy, thank you God."
|I love seeing Aaron's physical and |
spiritual muscles growing!
God had spoken and apparently I wasn't the only one listening! Being a mother is an aerobic activity. Hard on the mind and body.
But to the soul, O Lord, to the soul, motherhood is infinitely more complex. In the course of a few hours I had a whirlwind of feelings. God's soft and mighty hand soothed us all. We had gone from intense emotional explosions to quiet, gentle love. The Lord Jesus found us where we were in a crumpled mess. He gave us what we needed to heal. Praise Him!
Is there something in your own family that's troubling you? Feeling bruised and beaten in this job of a lifetime? Have you ever had a few agonizing hours as a parent? My prayer for you my friends, and I mean this with sincerity, is that each of you reading my post will experience the kind of day I had. Grow and give great thanks to God from whom all blessings flow. Fireworks can be dangerous and are pretty to the eye but I discovered on a hot July night, they can be beautiful to the heart and soul.
|My beloved firecracker|