Somedays, I struggle to trust that God is working through my children. I feel like I need to create the spiritual moments, and I wonder if I am even being clear enough or passionate enough to teach them how to walk with Him. I forget, that God is already at work in their hearts, and that their relationship with Him does not ride on my shoulders. Here are some sweet moments that have reminded me that God is doing something.
Daley and I have been walking the neighbor's dog every afternoon. The day after school let out, she said to me, "mom, I'm starting to trust the Holy Spirit more." I asked her what she meant by that, and she explained that she felt compelled to write a lot of encouraging words in her friends' yearbooks. I hugged her and encouraged her to keep trusting in that inner voice, because that's exactly how He works.
While we were on a family vacation in Vail, we decided that I should drive Sloan and Daley back early, to get Sloan to gymnastics. Our dinner plans were pushed back by a thunderstorm that made it challenging to grill outside. After Ted and I managed to cook the meat and sit down with the kids, it was getting late. I left soon after, and the rain grew stronger. The sun was beginning to set, and I was super nervous driving through the mountains with pouring rain and really wet roads. We drove into a tunnel and I said a prayer out loud that God would make the roads safe, and that we would get home before I got tired. As soon as we exited the tunnel, the sun came out and the roads were perfectly dry. Sloan said, "mom, God dried the roads for you!"
Daley has been experiencing sleepless nights lately. She's been begging to sleep on my floor because she says that her bed is an anxious place. Where is this anxiety coming from? I would ask, and she really didn't know...the relationships at school, her strict teacher, the increasing demand of school work...she suggested a few things. I told her that she needed to call on the name of Jesus, that He alone could break the chains of anxiety and fear. I told her to start praying every time her heart struggles. She said, "mom, I'm not sure if God is mad at me because I haven't prayed in awhile." Oh, the gift of hearing her actual thoughts and hesitations. I grabbed her hand and told her that God is not mad at her, that I often forget to talk to God, but each time I do, He is right there listening. She grabbed her Shiloh dog and headed downstairs with a new perspective...then turned her head before reaching the door, "can I just sleep in here one last night?!"
Thankful for each of the little conversations that give me a glimpse of God working in each of their hearts.
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