okay, moms of this world, back me up.
By a show of hands, who here actually enjoys it when their child is just slightly sick ?
I’m not talking about barfing, or anything disgusting. I’m referring to those times when your child is just not feeling quite right. They need rest, fluids and quiet. But mostly they need to snuggle in your arms all day.
Maybe it is wrong of me, but I love that.
Or when Ginny falls and gets a scraped knee. Or stubs her toe. She needs comfort, she needs me. Does it matter to me that just half a minute before the fall I was telling her “don’t do that honey, you are going to get hurt !” ??? Nope. Has no bearing on that moment when I get to hold her close and lavish love on her.
While I am sorry that she is hurt,
secretly, in my heart of hearts
I am rejoicing that she turns to me and wants to be held.
Ginny is at an age where she is trying to accomplish tasks that are beyond her. She grabs some tasks out of my hands that weren’t meant for her to even attempt yet. Some are things she will learn to do eventually, others are things she shouldn’t even try. Often she won’t let me help her….until she has achieved a high level of frustration. I don’t want her to be frustrated, but I do have to watch her till she gets to the point of turning to me and saying “help me please?”
I don’t like seeing her frustration,
but I love it that she knows that she can bring her frustrations to me
…… and that I can still fix them.
Sometimes she is just exhausted. Ginny is still young enough that when she is worn out she prefers to be held. I know when she is older she will just lie down and go to sleep on her own. But for now, when she is plain ole worn out, she would rather be held. And it feels fabulous to be the one to get to hold her.
My heart rejoices that this beloved child needs me…
is it just possible that God feels about us the same way that I feel about holding Ginny ?
The Bible certainly says so
“the LORD your God is with you,
He is mighty to save.
He will take great delight in you,
He will quiet you with His love,
He will rejoice over you with singing”
Why do I waste energy in self condemnation? When my mind has been a little bit sickened for a while, and I need to be renewed, why do I fight against God? Why do I try to raise my own mood? Or strengthen my will on my own? Why don’t I accept that He WANTS to comfort me?
How often do I fall? Everyday. And what do I do? I feel ashamed of falling. I caused the hurt that is happening to me through my own stubborn actions or impetuous mouth. So I mentally run away from God. I say to myself “God must be so disappointed in me. I messed up again!”
How often do I run myself ragged trying to do or be too much to too many people? I refuse to stop and take time to just rest in the LORD.
Often I try to do things that are beyond my strength. I fight and fight to accomplish things that God wanted to do in His strength, in His timing. Why does it take me so long to hand things over to God? He has been standing right there, waiting to happily take over the tasks that He meant for Himself, knowing that they weren’t intended for me to DO. He meant all along for me to hand it to Him and give Him the glory.
When will I get it through my thick skull that God feels the same way about me that I feel about a slightly fevered toddler…..
I’m sorry you are hurting honey, but oh how I LOVE holding you.