The longer I am a parent, the easier it is for me to recognize the different seasons in this life-long journey. Some seasons I love…other seasons I endure. I rejoice when a tough season ends and we get to move on to something new. When difficult things happen in our family, it is easy to lose faith that God is in the details and that he will help me parent my children with love and integrity.
There are so many things I love about the season we are in right now. My kids are healthy and strong. They each have their own passions and interests. I enjoy each one of them separately for who God has created them to be and who they are becoming. They are thriving as individuals and it is fun to watch.
This season is also incredibly difficult for me. There are things I am believing for in my family and sometimes I am unable to recognize God's hand moving. I want more for them and it is easy to lose heart when I expect to see results and all I see is the struggle. God's timing never seems to work on my timeline.
Since the day I went from having one child to two, I have prayed for my children to be friends. With the addition of two more children, my prayers and hopes for their relationships have only increased. I believe the enemy has pursued my family and has attempted to steal their love for each other through different situations in our home, at school, and our community. I refuse to let go of my hope for their friendships. I pray. I believe.
Lately, it seems my watch in this area only stops when everyone is asleep and their mouths are closed. I have been frustrated and weary from the constant bickering and poking that has been happening in my home. Yes, they poke each other for fun! I have been referring to this as a season because I believe one day this will end.
This past Wednesday, after having all four children home all day from school, by 5 o’clock, I was done. Done with the fighting. Done with the complaining. Just D-O-N-E. At the end of myself, I sat three out of my four children down and declared this a fight-free-holiday. The results of that stern discussion lasted 15 minutes.
The fighting has been particularly worse between my two youngest. I have prayed for God to give me insight and to show me how to curb their words, their anger, and their selfishness. My daughter has been particularly mean and I have been fearful that my son will grow up resenting her.
God has yet to give me a revelation as to how to stop their constant bickering other than by being consistent in my parenting, but he has given me a renewed hope about their relationship hiding just below the surface.
Wednesday evening I found this in Lincoln's lunch bag. What could a water bottle cap possibly have anything to do with their relationship? I am so glad you asked.
A month ago, Jennifer started a project with my mom. It was a train made of decorated toilet paper rolls and bottle caps as wheel. Her project was almost complete, but she didn’t have enough water bottle caps to finish the train. No one ever told Lincoln to save his bottle caps for Jennifer. On his own, he started bringing home the caps and placing them in a pile. After a few days, he told his sister that he had saved enough for her to finish her project.
When I opened up Lincoln's lunch bag, I was instantly reminded of how God is in the details of our lives…and that includes the lives of my children. He knows what is important to me as a mother. He knows my hopes for them and my desire for them to love each other well. My family is far from perfect. My kids fight, sometimes they war, but I am believing for more. I am believing for life-long friendships among all four of my kids.
I know God opened my eyes to see beyond a water bottle cap perfectly placed in the center of his bag. He showed me how much my children truly love each other. Occasionally I catch glimpses. A hand holding moment. Caring words when one is upset. A protective war-cry if anyone messes with the other. There is a loyalty there that will sustain them.
I believe God gave me this “Proof of Love” so I wouldn’t lose heart and that I would continue to pray and believe for my family.
His promises are greater. His ways are higher. His truths are forever sure.
Living Completely Undone
I am a girl passionately in love with Jesus, my husband, and my children. I am forever learning how to live a life completely undone for my God. This blog is about my journey and a few funny stories in between.