"Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it." Proverbs 22:6 (NIV 1984)
My daughter, Hope, is a senior this year. And
she decided her senior year should be adventurous and a little out of
the "normal" box. A lot out of the box actually.
She withdrew from traditional school. Applied
with the state to homeschool. Enrolled in online college courses that
would allow her to get both high school and college credit
simultaneously. And planned to spend the month of January serving in
Nicaragua doing missions.
This didn't surprise me really. Hope has
always liked charting her own course. This thrills me now. But it didn't
thrill me so much in the early years of raising this strong-spirited
child.
When she was really little I was scared to
death I was the world's worst mom, because Hope was never one to be
contained. And I honestly thought all her extra tenacity was a sign of
my poor mothering.
One day I took her to the mall to meet
several of my friends with toddlers to grab lunch. All of their kids sat
quietly eating cheerios in their strollers. They shined their halos and
quoted Bible verses and used tissues to wipe their notes.
Not Hope.
She was infuriated by my insistence she stay
in her stroller. So, when I turned away for a split second to place our
lunch order, she wiggled free. She stripped off all her clothes. She ran
across the food court. And jumped in the fountain in the center of the
mall.
Really, nothing makes the mother of a toddler
feel more incapable than seeing her naked child splashing in the mall
fountain. Except maybe that toddler refusing to get out and said mother
having to also get into the fountain.
I cried all the way home.
Not because of what she'd done that day. But
rather because of how she was everyday. So determined. So independent.
So insistent.
I would beg God to show me how to raise a
good child. One that stayed in her stroller. One that other people would
comment about how wonderfully behaved she was. One that made me look
good.
But God seemed so slow to answer those
prayers. So, over the years, I changed my prayer. "God help me to raise
Hope to be who You want her to be." Emphasis on, "God HELP ME!"
I think I changed my prayers for her because
God started to change my heart. I sensed He had a different plan in mind
for my mothering of Hope.
Maybe God's goal wasn't for me to raise a
good rule-following child. God's goal was for me to raise a
God-following adult. An adult just determined and independent and
insistent enough to fulfill a purpose He had in mind all along.
Today's key verse reminds us we are training
children so that when they are old they will not turn away from Biblical
principles, but rather implement them in their life-long pursuit of
God. Remember, the things that might aggravate you about your child
today, might be the very things when matured that make them great for
God's kingdom tomorrow.
I've certainly seen this in raising Hope.
I don't know what mama needs to hear this
today. But let me encourage you from the bottom of my heart with three
simple mothering perspectives you must hang on to:
1. Don't take too much credit for their good.
2. Don't take too much credit for their bad.
3. Don't try to raise a good child. Raise a God-following adult.
2. Don't take too much credit for their bad.
3. Don't try to raise a good child. Raise a God-following adult.
And all the mamas of fountain dancing children said, "Amen!"
Dear
Lord, I know You desire for me to raise a God-following adult. Please
give me Your wisdom as I seek to become the parent You called to this
high honor. Redirect my perspectives and equip me for this task today.
In Jesus' Name. Amen.(Lysa TerKeurst)
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