Casting the whole of your care [all your anxieties, all your worries, all your concerns, once and for all] on Him, for He cares for you affectionately and cares about you watchfully. 1 Peter 5:7
Sometimes I get so wrapped up in wanting the best for my kids that I become frustrated and irritable when I don’t see the fruits of my labors and efforts being produced in their lives. My children are still very young… the oldest only being nine. Yet I have such high desires for their futures that I tend to put too much pressure on them now.
The past few weeks since the days have been longer and warmer my kids have had a hard time concentrating on school. As a result the mean mommy wells up inside of me. More times than not rather than casting my cares on the LORD, I cast my frustration on my children. Life like this isn’t fun and doesn’t make for a happy family.
In a dream last week there was a situation where I was advising someone else about their own children. “Don’t throw away their now worrying about their tomorrow,” were the words I gave in the dream. I woke up knowing that God was telling me those same words regarding my children….”don’t throw away their now worrying about their tomorrow.”
I have the option not to become upset when things do not go as planned. I have the choice not to react in anger or disappointment even. I have the privilege of taking my worries and my concerns to the King of kings and the Lord of lords… to the one who created and died for my children. God promises that He is our refuge and our strength, an ever-present help in trouble. Rather than “wasting my children’s now” by speaking harshly or by giving them “that look” that says mommy is unhappy, I can run to my Father and ask for help. Rather than creating an atmosphere of tension I can choose to give my children a happy childhood.
To further this point I’d like to share an article I read recently by Patsy Clairmont. Quote:
Life has a way of mounting up until we are slumping down. Soon our joyful noises turn into grumpy groans.
I watch young mothers board airplanes toting babies, and all the endless, yet necessary, paraphernalia, and I wonder how they do it. I do catch glimpses of their frayed nerves and exhaustion, and I sometimes see in their eyes neon signs that flash, “Gimme a break…please!”
I’m not sure David said “please,” but I do hear him plead frequently in the Psalms for a reprieve from his enemies. Psalm 70:1,5 say, “ Hasten, O God, to save me; O Lord, come quickly to help me…You are my help and my deliverer; O Lord, do not delay.”
David needed a break now. He was pleading with the Lord of the universe to drop everything else He was doing and rescue him. Now is usually when I need my help as well. That’s because I tend to let things- activities, demands, mail, dishes, bills, laundry, telephone messages, people’s expectations - pile up until I’m howling for help and blubbering the blues.
It’s obvious that, as long as we can find a reflection in the mirror, we will long for a break. And that’s not wrong. But when we reach the end of our strength, wisdom, and personal resources, we enter into the beginning of His glorious provisions. And that is a wonderful place to be. End quote.
I’m not saying that there are not times that our children need correction, but we first and foremost need to ask God for help before we lash out in our own emotions.
Proverbs 14: 1 says - The wise woman builds her house,
but with her own hands the foolish one tears hers down. We have the choice to be wise….to cast our cares on God and ask for His help… or the choice to be foolish by letting our flesh get the best of us. Which will you choose?
...from Mama's Musing archives... originally published 4-07