“As long as there are tests, there will always be prayer in schools.”
But I’d like to say,
“As long as there are kids, there will always be prayer. Period.”
Today was one of those question-everything-I-am-doing days.
When my husband came home, he was greeted with a long list of every problem I’m seeing in my kids and my seeming lack of ability to do anything about it.
We actually had a good day. Went to the park. Enjoyed the beautiful weather. Did our school activities.
But the whine, bickering and back talk stole a lot of my joy (and sanity).
At one point, in the moments leading up to nap time, my two oldest were screaming at each other about who was going to wash his hands first. (Great topic to fight about, I know.) This was nothing new. They had been fighting all morning. But when the door started slamming back and forth. I had to intervene before serious damage was done. To them. Not the door.
After getting on to both of them, I sighed to the Lord,
“I don’t know, Lord, this is driving me crazy.”
To which He responded,
“It would make anyone crazy.”
Which made me laugh out loud and feel a little better.
Later on, after spilling all my guts and a few tears to my poor husband, I started to think we should pray.
Because all the methods in the world are empty without the Holy Spirit. And all true parenting comes from God the Father.
We prayed and after we finished, I still didn’t have all the answers. But I started to have hope that God can help me. With each child. With each challenge. Even the ones that seem like mountains.
Not because I’m anything special, but because I’m asking the God who made them. He knows them better than I do. The Scripture even says that he has appointed them to do special works that only they can do (Ephesians 2:10).
Some of you know that my oldest son had a hard time speaking. He is very intelligent, but the words just don’t seem to flow out the way they do I with my other boys. We practice and practice but sometimes it doesn’t feel like we are making headway.
Today God reminded me of Moses, who was slow of speech. God used him mightily to lead His people, and would have used him as a public speaker if it hadn’t have been for his fear.
So sometimes God wants to use what we are not naturally gifted at to glory Him, since the miracle is greater that way. Extremely comforting when I consider my (lack of) ability to speak Russian!
And all of the time God wants us to let life’s hardships, whether it be from parenting or something else, send us running to Him.
“Whoever abides in me and I in him, he it is that bears much fruit, for apart from me you can do nothing.”