Failure to control my kids’ exposure scares me, and lending it’s parameters up to the One
who’s wise to the legit limit is the only way I manage to keep the wall up. The waxing and waning of what I’m supposed to hold to and let go of perplexes my parental instincts. Many voices weigh in, but only One cuts through the noise.
“Control- to exercise restraint or direction over; dominate; command; to hold in check; curb” –dictionary.com
Our butts were stuck to the seat, and the warm breeze wafted by as we tried to beat the heat to our ice cream. Sun-beat cheeks burst wide with giggles in between spoonfuls. As the kid-table full of little girls erupted into innocent laughter over inside jokes, and a little blurb of nonsense perked-up the parent ears sitting at the adjoining table with a,“What-did-you-say?!”
All of the girls… in unison… at the highest volume they could maintain while dying laughing, repeated, “TOM HAS A SMALL WEINER!!!!!! HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA!!!!!!!”
Not sure whether to laugh, cry, or die of embarrassment … I let the contagious cackling catch me, too.”Tom has a small wiener,” scratched into the table at the local ice cream factory, is definitely not in the prepared parent handbook.
I was pretty sure my princesses weren’t privy to the down low; but as my friend marched up to management, I wondered how aware of the world they really were.
“Oh, mom, I started that…” stated my calm, rule-following first child, as we cruised down the high-way home.
“I sounded it out,” she said, as I braced my grip on the steering wheel little tighter.
“Why would someone write about their wiener-dog on a table…” she trailed off and into
hysterics again, no doubt recalling how all of her friends roared in laughter over ice cream.
Phew. She had no idea, and I left it that way.
There are things in this world that are impossible to control. Bits of exposure creep into kid’s minds beyond our ability to rewind. Terrible tragedy scares society into lockdowns and loud mouths. How do parents protect children amidst an increasingly illusive grasp on control?
God is in control of all that alludes us. Faith allows us to live in peace, amidst engulfing calamity. In “table scratch” moments, I say…“Word up.” #wordup
“Don’t be afraid; just believe.”
There is a miracle recorded in the Gospel of Mark that reveals God’s sovereign care beyond our parental scope. Jarius, a synagogue leader, sought Jesus out to heal his daughter, but while in route she died. “Don’t be afraid; just believe.” Jesus said, and He raised his daughter from the dead.
I believe the Word came alive for Jarius that day.
Read the Bible. Let the living Word come alive in your life. The situations of our hearts differ, but the omnipotent voice is the same. When we listen to these lessons, we can hear hope. By preparing our hearts with wise words, pressing parenting conversations are relieved by a story, a “who God is,” or “what would Jesus would do.” Applying Biblical truths to everyday occurrences plant “wall building” seeds.
“The prayer of a righteous person is powerful and effective.”
Get up and look up… everyday. Talk up. Pray up. Listen for what’s up. I can’t be everywhere my daughters are, but He can. I won’t always understand, but He does. Prayer
accumulates, God hears, and I trust He’s on board. Scholarly proof alludes me, but as Sunday seeds sown are watered and grown, bits of evidential wisdom bleed out of my heart. #faith
“Please bless Brianne and Lauren.
Keep them physically safe from harm,
and guard their hearts and minds
…today, and always.”
My girls are six and eight, and everyday I pray that prayer …in earnest hope, and forthright faith. I have a lot to learn, and many miles of parenting left to wander. But I routinely yield the mysteries of the world to their Author, believing most ardently that He answers prayer.
My littlest girl loves to quote Tinkerbell’s infamous motto, “Faith, trust, and pixie dust.” Have faith in the Word and earnestly pray. Trust that life will water His seeds in our kin. And pixie dust? Keep your eye out for answered prayers …sometimes they look like miracles.