Have you ever just plain and simply not wanted to do something?\u00a0\u00a0Not wanted to do it is so badly that you dug your heels into the ground kicking and screaming as you were forced to do it anyway?<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Well, I have a confession to make.\u00a0\u00a0That\u2019s where I am right now.\u00a0\u00a0It\u2019s one of those times where I know what I aught to do and I so badly want to do it, but I just can\u2019t wrestle my emotions into alignment.\u00a0\u00a0Romans 7:15 (NLT) I don\u2019t really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don\u2019t do it.\u00a0\u00a0Instead, I do what I hate.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
What is it I don\u2019t want to do you ask?\u00a0\u00a0Honestly, I don\u2019t want to SHARE.\u00a0\u00a0Admitting these words out loud (on paper) makes me feel like a 3 year old child, but it\u2019s the truth.\u00a0\u00a0I don\u2019t want to share my first born son this holiday season.\u00a0\u00a0It\u2019s the last two months we have him home and I want him all to myself.\u00a0\u00a0I want to make each moment count.\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I am having trouble letting go.\u00a0\u00a0Soon I won\u2019t have the privilege of seeing his face each day, of hearing his voice from the other room.\u00a0\u00a0I won\u2019t get to listen in as my quiver of kids banter with one another in a way only my oldest can incite them to.\u00a0\u00a0I won\u2019t get to ask, \u201cWhere have you been?\u201d, and listen to him wildly tell stories about exploits that would make all mothers cringe.\u00a0\u00a0I am so going to miss him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
My love language is quality time and that is coming to a close.\u00a0\u00a0So, how do I unfurl my fisted hands here?\u00a0\u00a0How do I face this new chapter, a chapter completely unread?\u00a0\u00a0<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I have to intentionally stand on the promises of God.\u00a0\u00a0I have to take my emotions, my attitude, my fears of the unknown and lay them before the King.\u00a0\u00a0I have to leave them at His feet and trust that His will for my oldest is greater and better, will produce more fruit, and be more spiritually productive than any of my plans for my child could ever be.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
If you too are struggling to lay something down, to let something go, would you pray along with me?\u00a0\u00a0Gracious Heavenly, Father, I know that your ways and plans for (insert here) are far beyond anything I could ever imagine for (him\/her\/it).\u00a0\u00a0I know that just like you feed the birds of the air and clothe the lilies of the field, you will take care of my (insert here).\u00a0\u00a0No matter what happens, I can trust you and your ways.\u00a0\u00a0Please help me to abide in you, to rest in the shadow of you Almighty, God.\u00a0\u00a0To know that you are my refuge, my fortress, my God and I don\u2019t need to fear this new chapter because you have written it and all of your ways are good.\u00a0\u00a0In Jesus\u2019 precious name I pray, Amen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Have you ever just plain and simply not wanted to do something?\u00a0\u00a0Not wanted to do it is so badly that you dug your heels into the ground kicking and screaming as you were forced to do it anyway? Well, I have a confession to make.\u00a0\u00a0That\u2019s where I am right now.\u00a0\u00a0It\u2019s one of those times where I know what I aught to do and I so badly want to do it, but I just can\u2019t wrestle my emotions into alignment.\u00a0\u00a0Romans 7:15 (NLT) I don\u2019t really understand myself, for I want to do what is right, but I don\u2019t do it.\u00a0\u00a0Instead, I do what I hate. What is it I don\u2019t want to do you ask?\u00a0\u00a0Honestly, I don\u2019t want to SHARE.\u00a0\u00a0Admitting these words out loud (on paper) makes me feel like a 3 year old child, but it\u2019s the truth.\u00a0\u00a0I don\u2019t want to share my first born son this holiday season.\u00a0\u00a0It\u2019s the last two months we have him home and I want him all to myself.\u00a0\u00a0I want to make each moment count.\u00a0\u00a0 I am having trouble letting go.\u00a0\u00a0Soon I won\u2019t have the privilege of seeing his face each day, of hearing his voice from the other room.\u00a0\u00a0I won\u2019t get to listen in as my quiver of kids banter with one another in a way only my oldest can incite them to.\u00a0\u00a0I won\u2019t get to ask, \u201cWhere have you been?\u201d, and listen to him wildly tell stories about exploits that would make all mothers cringe.\u00a0\u00a0I am so going to miss him. My love language is quality time and that is coming to a close.\u00a0\u00a0So, how do I unfurl my fisted hands here?\u00a0\u00a0How do I face this new chapter, a chapter completely unread?\u00a0\u00a0 I have to intentionally stand on the promises of God.\u00a0\u00a0I have to take my emotions, my attitude, my fears of the unknown and lay them before the King.\u00a0\u00a0I have to leave them at His feet and trust that His will for my oldest is greater and better, will produce more fruit, and be more spiritually productive than any of my plans for my child could ever be. If you too are struggling to lay something down, to let something go, would you pray along with me?\u00a0\u00a0Gracious Heavenly, Father, I know that your ways and plans for (insert here) are far beyond anything I could ever imagine for (him\/her\/it).\u00a0\u00a0I know that just like you feed the birds of the air and clothe the lilies of the field, you will take care of my (insert here).\u00a0\u00a0No matter what happens, I can trust you and your ways.\u00a0\u00a0Please help me to abide in you, to rest in the shadow of you Almighty, God.\u00a0\u00a0To know that you are my refuge, my fortress, my God and I don\u2019t need to fear this new chapter because you have written it and all of your ways are good.\u00a0\u00a0In Jesus\u2019 precious name I pray, Amen.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-184","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/faith-e-tales.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/184","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/faith-e-tales.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/faith-e-tales.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/faith-e-tales.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/faith-e-tales.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=184"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/faith-e-tales.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/184\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":185,"href":"https:\/\/faith-e-tales.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/184\/revisions\/185"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/faith-e-tales.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=184"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/faith-e-tales.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=184"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/faith-e-tales.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=184"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}