For the biggest part I know most of us do the best we can, and love our children with everything we have. From the time we hear we are going to have our little bundle we are excited for the coming day. We think of our ”BABY” as just that, a ”BABY”. When in actuality we are raising an adult.
The baby years are the fastest years of your child’s life, everything he is taught in his first few years will be carried with him to adulthood. You are his teacher of life; There to show him how to grow into a Godly man. It was never Gods intention just to give you a baby and not expect you to train him up in the ways of the Lord. Whats expected of you goes far beyond diaper changing and toilet training. You have taken on the responsibility of raising one of Gods greatest gifts.
Being a mommy for a few years is the easy part. Being a mother is for life. You can choose to do this job with a loving heart and a lot of prayer, or you can sit back and just pray for the years to hurry and pass… But tell me, what kind of memories will you have if you don’t do your best to raise Gods greatest gift? There is no going back to change what’s already been done.
All the women who write here are not here to condemn or judge. We are simply mothers who have been through what you are going through. Here to try to make it just a little easier. The advice is all free, whether you choose to take it is up to you. How you choose to raise your child is up to you too. I pray you choose to tell him everyday about Jesus and pray for God’s hand to keep him from evil. Someday, when he is older he will thank you and call you blessed. He will know he had the best mother God could have given him. Another one of His greatest gifts.
So from Mommy to Mother, how will you choose to accept Gods gift? My prayers are with every mother out there doing one of the hardest and most important jobs in the world. May God bless you on your journey…
Anyone’s shoes? How about the sandals that Jesus wore? Can you imagine traveling across a hot desert in a pair of sandals? Can you imagine walking just one mile that Jesus walked? I can close my eyes and picture walking side by side with Jesus but can’t ever imagine walking or filling his shoes.
Those are the shoes that should be in some famous hall of fame, but someone probably just tossed them by the wayside. Those shoes are the ones that should of been bronzed and put on momma’s dresser. To walk in them I could never do. I could never take the pain He took for me, but I can still walk by His side. I can hold the hand of the man that holds my heart. I can shout out his praises and tell him how much I love him, but more then that I can tell you what He wants me to tell you: that all he did in those old tore up sandals, He did all for you.
Originally written by Diania on May 25, 2010