It's always on my mind...am I a good Mom? Am I pointing my children toward God, am I showing them a servant's heart? Am I setting an example of what a loving and diligent wife looks like? Am I loving them well?
The truth is I can only do any of these things by the power of the Holy Spirit. In my own flesh I am too selfish to truly love my children well. I am too tired or have too many things to do. I am humbled by the responsibility of caring for these beautiful little souls and I want their hearts to be filled. I want them to know without a doubt that they have a heavenly Father who always fulfills His promises. But I also want them to know that they have two parents here that love them with every fiber of their being. That we've got their back and they are the most wonderful gift God could have blessed us with.
I think of the story of the prodigal son.
"But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he ran to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him." Luke 15:20
I have this vision of a father hugging his son with tears of joy in his eyes. The same as I imagine it will be when I see Jesus in heaven. And then I think of my own children and what they really need...
They need my eyes to light up when they enter a room. They need to know that my day just got a little better because they are part of it. When J shows me the roly poly she found or W wants to tell me a new fact he read about Ronald Reagan, I will make sure they know how amazing I think it is. When N jumps off the swing and C crawls across the floor to me I will make sure they know how proud I am of them.
God gave my hubby and I these beautiful children to steward on His behalf and as long as we have breath they will know that they have two people who think they are magnificent. I will begin each day praying that I can love them as Jesus loves me.
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