Power and balance, in and of themselves, are good things. But we fool ourselves and justify unhealthy behavior when we misrepresent their meanings and purpose.
We are naturally self-centered. We do not need well-meaning parents or teachers to puff us up like a marshmallow in a microwave.
I think, sometimes, we are afraid to ask the “Why?” I think sometimes we fear the possibility of missing something and so we pile more on, assuming that no harm will come of it.
I want my kids to understand that weakness is cause for celebration, not because we revel in brokenness but because we rejoice in the opportunity for God’s strength to become evident.
I must be willing to listen. Because was much as I believe what I believe with all my heart and soul and strength and being, I know that my enemy holds beliefs dearly too. So maybe we’re not so different.
I have learned, and am learning, that we cannot have it all. I knew that. I know it still. And I am trying to enjoy that which we have and let the rest go because it was not meant for us.
I knew that I had to align myself with Him if I was to make my way without losing myself, losing my marriage, resenting my babies, or succumbing to despair along they way. I had to seek Him first.
Every time I meet someone’s tangible need, I contribute to the greater messaging in their environment. My actions tell them I’m here to support you; we’re in this together; if it’s important to you I’ll make it important to me.
In a world that thinks vulgarity is a virtue, we as parents have got to take seriously our responsibility to create a home environment conducive to bringing about our kids’ best.
As a parent, you matter. It matters how you ask them questions and how you apologize and how you raise your eyebrows and if you believe them when they tell you something questionable. Your influence in your child’s life is paramount, as is theirs in yours. What a beautiful thing that is!