Stop ‘handing it over’ then continuing to lose sleep and micromanage what you’ve placed in God’s hands.
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Stop ‘handing it over’ then continuing to lose sleep and micromanage what you’ve placed in God’s hands.
Sometimes I remember to loosen my grip. And sometimes I even raise my arms and close my eyes against the wind rushing in my face. Wheeeee!!!!
It’s kids and car payments and over-flowing piles of laundry and fifty million places to be on Saturday afternoons.
Maybe we knock ourselves out trying to give them everything…but then our kid will remember how we lost our temper or rolled our eyes or apparently ‘always’ forgot to bring soccer treats.
YOU are the Mom of their little childhood. YOU are the Mom of their whole lives. YOU.
Is there anything more extraordinary than really LIVING your one precious, beautiful, ordinary life?? Being grateful for ALL of it (or at least all you can)?
God, soften their hearts. God, fill all the holes. God, lead them and guide them and hold them every single moment of every single day of their lives.
Look at the way our brilliant young people JUST KEEP SHOWING UP!!!
It may not always be pretty, but it is beautiful all the same. Right here in the middle of this ordinary life.
I realize things are beginning to open up now, and I want to feel excited. But mostly I want to lay down and sleep for a year.
On these days, my heart breaks a little. And I’m never quite sure what to do. Or what to say. So, I just…stay.
I KNOW one day I’ll stand back to see the beautiful result of my breathtakingly ordinary life.
It’s my favorite piece of parenting advice ever.
So, I’ll just keep walking. Keep showing up. Keep writing. Keep taking the next step. Keep sinking. Keep letting Him catch me.
So many times in my pain or sadness or fear or loss, my little gray puffball curled up right beside me. Just purring and loving me through. I’ve had twenty years of this cat sitting beside me.
I don’t need to pray with fancy words or formal prayers or perfect posturing…I simply need Him.