My very cute 3 year old looks at me and rolls his eyes as he mutters, ‘whatever’ under his breath. You would have thought I had asked him to give away all of his toys instead of pick up the napkin he dropped on the floor. I freeze. I know that I need to address this…but how.
Once again, I am a deer caught in the headlights of parenting. So many times during the day I find myself at a loss for how to raise this spunky child well. How do I explain grace to a 3 year old? How do I get to the heart issues and not just get him to obey? How do I tell him more about Jes.us. Have I pra.yed enough for him and his sister today? I find myself overwhelmed most days. Dismayed that the tantrums (on both of our parts occasionally) continue and we feel like communication is falling on deaf little ears.
I so desperately want my babies to know Jes.us and love Him, but many days I stumble through my own faith and doubt that I am passing much on. It is times like this that discouragement sets in and my reading goes into overdrive. I pour over books, pr.ay for insight and wisdom to stick. We plead with God to give us wisdom in our daily lives and interactions with the precious ones entrusted to us.
Today 1 Peter 1 struck me. “Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In His great mercy He has given u a new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade – kept in Heaven for you, who through faith are shielded by God’s power until the coming of the salvation is revealed in the last time. In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials.”
Living hope. This is what I have. And this is what God is working in the lives of my little ones, even though my attempts are feeble. It was such a reminder of what my Heavenly Father has been speaking to me in these months – that He is infusing hope into every part of my life. His hope is what nurtures my children along. It is what nurtures me along. I am so thankful for that reminder in these days where it feels like I am swimming upstream.
So once again, here’s to hope…that God is working in spite of me. That He is moving in mighty ways in my life and the lives of my family. He is infusing hope in dark places and His light will shine.