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And STILL Up All Night...


My boys were not good sleepers as babies and would be up many times throughout the night.  However, for a period of time that all stopped.  Until they became teenagers and young adults.  

Only they are not keeping me up...I am.  

And at times it is God who gives me that nudging...and I listen.  I do not listen near enough.

What a privilege and honor and Great responsibility to be a parent.  Humbling.  Exhausting.  Conflicting.  

Worry fills up my heart until I lay it back down again.  And again.  And again.

And yet...

I believe in my kids and their abilities and characterThey can manage and determine and live their lives.  

I believe that they know right and choose to do it (most of the time) and I believe in their ability to have compassion and work hard.

As much as I believe in my kids...I believe in my God all the more!  It is He who will guide and direct their steps.  

My ministry to them right now?  Being present.  Praying.  Shutting up.  Praying.  Shutting myself up more.  (I have a hard time with this...) 

While I wish I could draw them on my lap and hold them and make the world better...that is God's job now.  

It is my job to remember that.


 


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