God is so good to me. Life can be hard sometimes, but God is not. Every morning I wake up, the birds are singing, making quite a racket, and God has painted the sky all pink and wispy, and He calls to me, “wake up, wake up, there are so many things I want to show you!” It’s a bit like being a child on Christmas morning.
Yesterday was my oldest daughter’s anniversary. She’s a lovely girl, very kind and full of common sense. Cheers to her for pursuing a husband and children before a career. Following your heart in a world that tells women to do the exact opposite is not so easy these days. Like her mother, she also seems to have won the husband lottery, because he’s a sweet guy and a good father and we’re very blessed to have him.
Yesterday was also my second daughter’s birthday. She’s our junior, named after her father, and she really is her father’s daughter. It’s a bit amusing because Dad is blustery, bold, sharp tongued sometimes, and so is she, except in a much smaller, more feminine package. I’m not sure what God has in mind for her, but I know it’s going to be awesome.
My son is working quite a bit which is quite miraculous in this economy. I prayed that God would light the path for him and within hours my prayers were answered. I continue to pray that God keeps His hand of protection on my son and leads him, guides him, shows him The Way. Of all my children, my son may well be the most like me.
My youngest daughter is a spitfire, crazy smart and crazy stupid too, a bit like her mother. She has my eyes and the ability to see the world as it really is. That’s extremely challenging when you’re 14, because the world is full of lies and deception and you are burdened by spotting every one. Last year I had a militant atheist on my hands and yesterday she went to church with me. God works in mysterious ways.
It’s a bit funny, husband is not a feminist at all, not an equalitarian in any way shape or form, but he’s managed to raise some strong, independent, outspoken kids. I have often groaned, not now, not while they still live with us, please don’t encourage them to argue, to challenge every blasted thing we tell them, but he has. To anybody who ever has the misfortune of locking horns with one of my children, my condolences, hubby raised a pack of pit bulls.
I am really and truly blessed. God has never left me. I am always so aware of His presence, His hand of protection on me, and when things get hard, He comes even closer. He is so kind, so merciful, so glorious, I wish everybody could just know Him as I do.
Your children are not your children.
They are the sons and daughters of Life’s longing for itself.
They come through you but not from you,
And though they are with you yet they belong not to you.
You may give them your love but not your thoughts,
For they have their own thoughts.
You may house their bodies but not their souls,
For their souls dwell in the house of tomorrow,
which you cannot visit, not even in your dreams.
You may strive to be like them,
but seek not to make them like you.
For life goes not backward nor tarries with yesterday.
You are the bows from which your children
as living arrows are sent forth.
The archer sees the mark upon the path of the infinite,
and He bends you with His might
that His arrows may go swift and far.
Let your bending in the archer’s hand be for gladness;
For even as He loves the arrow that flies,
so He loves also the bow that is stable.