I have to let go.
I'm holding on way too tight.
Way to tight to my children.
I worry {all the time} that my mistakes in raising them will ruin the rest of their lives. It's a constant that I think we all deal with.
And then the other night I realized that I am trying {with everything I've got} to claim & rely on Jesus for and in every aspect of my life - why would I not do the same for my children? I was forgetting that His grace, which is sufficient in every thing, is very much capable of repairing where I fail as a parent.
And then the other night I realized that I am trying {with everything I've got} to claim & rely on Jesus for and in every aspect of my life - why would I not do the same for my children? I was forgetting that His grace, which is sufficient in every thing, is very much capable of repairing where I fail as a parent.
Instead of fretting over their futures . . .
Who they will be. What they will do. The mistakes they will make. The choices they will choose . . . Instead of carrying that weight on my shoulders, I have finally realized, that I have to let it go.
I have to let it go & pray.
Pray. With all that is in me, that the all consuming Spirit of God will take hold of them.
That His voice will both lead and convict them.
That they will realize His love for them - a love that looks past the mistakes they might make into the good intentions of their hearts.
That they'll realize they have a Father that wants nothing but what is best for them.
These are truths I so desire for them.
