Some nights I wish I could press a magic button and my children would be in pajamas with their teeth brushed and fast asleep...If I’m honest, some days I want to push that button and clock out even earlier...Seasons of parenting—of life too—can be like that.
As I lie in bed, I feel depleted. Empty. Too tired to be articulate or pray anything lengthy, I begin to cast my cares, one at a time, simply and specifically. I imagine a vast expanse of water in front of me...
You are their glory, The echo of a voice They long to know; The father who shows them A Father.
One thing I’ve learned in my fourteen years of motherhood is this: loving our children biblically is inextricably linked to our relationship with God and his love for us. Even when we struggle to love our children, our main problem isn’t that we don’t love them enough but that we ought to love God more.
I feel the walls going up.
Because three of my five children are at risk for complications from COVID-19, the hardest part of living with this pandemic may be just beginning.
