If you have never experienced those- up in the night-grasping at your legs-excruciating pain of growing...you have missed out on a great object lesson.
Growing hurts.
My boys and my husband talk about body building and the process of working out often. I've heard them talk about the tearing that happens within the muscle and the work the body does to repair the tear and build stronger.
While I know that God allows us to have the weight of more responsibility in order to build our character muscle, it is hard to watch when it to someone else.
No doubt in my mind that God has a destiny in mind for each of my children or of His love that is greater than mine.
However, my first gut reaction is to reach out. Try to rescue, or heal, or take away or solve. It is my default setting. Not the right one.
My youngest is growing up and wanting to "do" his life on his own. I love that he is building his own initiative and independence but I still don't like watching the pain. Or the struggle. Or the uncertainty.
I'm seeing that the one certainty in life are these "growing pains."
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