I fell as quickly into pride as my child insisting she had nothing new to learn and didn’t need lessons. Unfortunately it’s much easier to spot in our children than ourselves.
“How can we know what God is like?” I asked my son. His answer left me stunned.
Now, in a quiet house, I see unfolding time without the blur of the craziness of insistence. I look back un-harried and recognize the precious calling of those years.
If this would be the pattern going forward, could I really be a working mom?
This was not exactly the hammock-swaying, book-reading, iced-tea-sipping camping trip I had envisioned.
Panic and dread hit my heart. Have I taught her nothing? But then I heard that quiet whisper…
I closed my eyes, knowing I would open them to you curled up beside me. What I did not know was that this was our last time.
“Mom, how did you know Dad was the one?” She asked. The question dug into my heart. I knew how important it was to answer well.
“Do you feel this lump right here on her head?” I asked. “Yes.” she responded. It wasn’t all in my mind. Panic pulled my heart into my stomach.
“Do you feel this lump right here on her head?” I asked. “Yes.” she responded. It wasn’t all in my mind. Panic pulled my heart into my stomach.
Can we say it together? “I am not superwoman.” Here are three verses reminding me that I don’t need to be.
Raising kids stirs something deep in our souls — an innate knowing that our time is finite. Taking my kids outside in creation, I’m discovering how to stretch our time and pack it to the brim with meaning. God’s creativity provides the riches of resources for teaching the next generation who He is and how He loves us. Join our adventure and discover inspiration and resources for refusing rush, creating habits of rest, living intentionally, and making the most of this beautiful life!