I write this not because it is easy for me, but because it is necessary for me. As much as I say I long for rest or heaven or peace or just ONE problem free day, I have become increasingly aware of how I make my own life harder.
When John the Baptist died, Jesus left on a ship to a “desert place apart” (Matthew 14:13). He sought time and space to mourn a friend. Yet he was followed by a large group of people. When he saw them he healed their sick and taught them all day long. At evening He had five loaves and two fishes. He blessed them and broke them and fed more than 5,000 people with food remaining.
I hesitate to write this. It’s about parenting. Do I hide this from my children so they don’t laugh at just how much I need what I’m writing? Let’s try to learn together.
The recent events in the news and the over sexualization of society have opened up all sorts of opportunities to rip children from their innocence and childhoods. I don’t want those burdens for my children, neither do I want to leave them ignorant. This has brought up some memories,
My 3 year old is considering potty training. That would have a wonderful impact on my life. She’s not totally ready. I can reward and chart and beg and do heaps and heaps of laundry. OR I can offer and wait. Keep open to it and be willing.