"Now
I know that you fear God, because you have not withheld from me your son, your
only son." Genesis 22:12
Being a mom is by far the hardest thing I've ever had to
do. And being a "good"
mom? Well, that's as illusive as chasing
the end of a rainbow. It's the only job
where the skill requirements change from moment to moment so you can never
master them. So, what do I do? What any Type A mom would do...I consult my
good mom checklist:
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provide home-cooked meals (I even wear an apron which I think deserves
bonus points)
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help with homework and volunteer at school
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pray with the kids and teach them about Jesus
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instill good manners (work in progress)
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teach them to be a good friend and stand up for
others
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cart them around in the Mom Mobile to baseball,
soccer and tumbling
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always have cookies in the cookie jar
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pray for them
My goal is to be June Cleaver but cooler. You know, I'm an expert stain remover but I
can also do the Nae Nae. I thought my
list covered all the biggies but this morning I realized it was missing the
most important thing of all!
Give my kids to God!
This realization stung a little. It's a lesson I
should have learned the last time God showed it to me, but I can be a tad bit
stubborn (hmmm, wonder if that's where my kids get it from? Nah, must be the hubby's fault). We adopted our youngest through the foster
care system. It's a process that often
requires long waits of not knowing if you will have the child for another week,
month or forever. During this time with
our daughter, God showed me that our oldest was no more "ours" simply
because he was born to us than the child we longed to adopt. Both of their futures were in God's hands,
not ours. Our children belong to the
Lord. Yes, He's entrusted us to help
raise them with Him, but they are
His!
If they belong to Him
already, how can we "give them back" to Him? I think it's a matter of simply acknowledging
before the Lord that they belong to Him.
We see this in Genesis 22:1-12 where Abraham is asked to sacrifice his
only son, Isaac. It's a beautiful
foretelling of how God would one day sacrifice His only son to save us but also
an example of entrusting everything we have to the Lord's will, especially our
children. By placing the child he'd waited 25 years to hold on the altar, Abraham
is giving him back to God.
What happens when you
give them back to God? Honestly, at
first it was a little scary. I like having
control and this was completely relinquishing it. Of course, I never really had control to
begin with, but I had fooled myself into the comfort of thinking I did. After that brief moment of fear came
peace! After all, who's a better person
to care for my kids than the One who made them?
As hard as it is to imagine, God loves them even more than I do. He wants what's best for them and can provide
it. I think the One who controls the
seas can control my kids' futures just fine.
With that peace, also came relief.
Now I know it's not all on my husband and I to parent, we are partnered
with the best Daddy that's ever been!
Let's pray together ~
Lord, letting go of my
children is scary. Somehow, all the
worry and effort makes me feel like I have control. Like if I do everything just right, no harm
will come to them and they'll always choose to make right decisions. I realize that worrying won't accomplish
anything but trusting you will. I know
my children don't belong to me; they are yours, Father. Thank you for trusting me to raise them with
you. Though they have always been and always
will be yours, I give them back to you just as Abraham did with Isaac. I trust you with their hearts, their futures
and with their very lives. Thank you for
loving them even more than I do. I know
they are in good hands!
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Give my kids to God
For more information on how I handled the adoption process, check out my post http://inthewrightdirection.blogspot.com/2013/10/when-your-daily-bread-isnt-bread.html
For more information on how I handled the adoption process, check out my post http://inthewrightdirection.blogspot.com/2013/10/when-your-daily-bread-isnt-bread.html