Sixteen years ago today, I made a commitment. Four years ago, I realized that commitment was broken beyond repair, and I reaffirmed my commitment to making a better life for my children. So, instead of celebrating an anniversary on this day, I will gives hugs, spread joy, and be thankful when they call out the word ”Mom!” I will enjoy reading stories to them, and watching movies, and soak in all the details of my son describing his Minecraft world. I will listen intently as my almost teen describes her thoughts, feelings, hopes and dreams. I am so thankful that my Heavenly Father is committed to growing me as a Mom and leading in this journey of motherhood. I will close with these lyrics by Sanctus Real, “So, Father give me strength to be everything I’m called to be, and Father show me the way to lead them, as You lead me.”
Sometimes our dreams just don't work out quite the way we'd planned, and the trick is not to pout, but take our heart in hand, and direct its sorrowed gaze upward to what's blessed, looking down the hall of days not at what's been messed, but at the smiling faces that wait for you and me, reflecting God's bright graces, resolving thus to see that there is no greater cost than idly mourning what's been lost.
Yes! You are setting a great example. My kids are 19 and almost 17 and I made it a point to listen to everything. Now, they come to me when they have problems or need to chat, I still listen to the mundane, but I also hear there hearts. Keep at it, it is worth it!
I pray that He will truly guide your steps as you navigate through life
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Thank you Heather! I hope you have a lovely weekend.
DeleteMay God bless you as you keep that commitment.
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Thank you Kym. I hope you have a wonderful weekend.
DeleteSometimes our dreams just don't work out
ReplyDeletequite the way we'd planned,
and the trick is not to pout,
but take our heart in hand,
and direct its sorrowed gaze
upward to what's blessed,
looking down the hall of days
not at what's been messed,
but at the smiling faces
that wait for you and me,
reflecting God's bright graces,
resolving thus to see
that there is no greater cost
than idly mourning what's been lost.
Thank you Andrew for sharing this beautiful poem. I am praying for you and Barb.
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Yes! You are setting a great example. My kids are 19 and almost 17 and I made it a point to listen to everything. Now, they come to me when they have problems or need to chat, I still listen to the mundane, but I also hear there hearts. Keep at it, it is worth it!
ReplyDeleteYou sound like a great mom.
ReplyDeleteSending (((hugs)))