I used to agonize over how my children and grandchildren would turn out. When I saw them making poor choices I would try to ‘fix it’ for them so they wouldn’t experience the pain I knew was sure to come.
When they were little it was easier to do this and be in complete control of what their choices were…but as they got older and became their own person I began to realize I was losing that control, and fear would grip me.
As a parent you learn with each new year in the upbringing of your children that each year you have to let go a little more if you want them to learn how to grow up and make good choices. From the time that baby takes his first step he is always moving away from you. Oh, at first they toddle into your arms, but soon they start toddling off to explore on their own.
And the years accumulate…and one day you have grandchildren. As a grandparent you feel a whole new set of worries and even more the lack of control as your offspring grows and develops.
The cycle goes on and one.
All throughout my children’s lives I prayed Psalm 91 over them and it brought me great peace for His constant intervention in their lives.
That because “they dwell in the secret place of the Most High they shall remain stable and fixed under the shadow of the Almighty Whose power no foe can withstand.”
And I would pray the whole 91st Psalm through with their names right in there.
I also prayed Isaiah 54:13
“And all my children shall be disciples, taught by the Lord and obedient to His will, and great shall be the peace and undisturbed composure of my children.”
Now, my adult children have learned the value of praying the words of God’s own protection over their own families.
One day as I was praying for my grand kids and trying to not worry about their lives that I had less control over, Jesus spoke to me.
This is what He said:
“Dixie, did you not pray my word over your children all the years they were growing up?”
“Yes, Lord, you know I did.”
“Do you think my word returns to me void? That it just fades away, or does it accomplish the very thing you have prayed in the lives of your children ?”
“I believed and have witnessed your word at work in them always, and I know they love you and are protected by you..so the answer is YES!”
“Do you believe your grandchildren are your children too? And are They a part of you?”
Starting to get it now, I said, “Why, yes they are!” Then He said,
“That same word that you prayed for so many years for your babies, now covers your grand babies as well…my word never stops and always accomplishes what I sent it out to do. Your faithfulness to pray will cover your generation and generations to come will know me because of your prayers.”
Light Dawning!! Wow!
So, here is what He showed me.
Back in the time of Moses, Pharaoh felt threatened by the Israelites and ordered all the midwives to kill any baby boys born to the Israelite people by drowning them in the Nile River.
But Moses’ mother wouldn’t have it. She hid him as long as she could, and when she could no longer hide him, she put him in a basket and put the basket in the water among the reeds of the Nile.
The very river that could have drowned him was now his refuge.
She had no idea what would happen to her baby, but she trusted the plan of God for her and her baby.
As we know, baby Moses was drawn out of the water and would one day grow to become one of the greatest heroes of the Bible – the one who would rescue God’s people from slavery and lead them to the Promised Land.
There comes a time – many times, actually – in the lives of our children where we have to put the basket in the water. Being a Mom, and a Nana I have had to do this many times and not without much pain.
Gosh, it is so hard to let go of them, isn’t it?
We have to let go and trust the plan of the Father. The world is a scary place – a place where we fear our children could drown. But we must remember that we have to let go so that God can draw them from the waters for His great purpose. He has called us to be their parents, but they were His first.
My friend, whatever water you may be getting ready to put your basket into – whether your days as a stay-at-home-mom are ending as your child starts preschool soon or if your baby has grown into a high school graduate and is getting ready to leave your home, or if your children are grown and have babies of their own – remember that you have to put them in the water for God to draw them out and place them into His perfect plan.
Though you might not be physically present with your child as much during the next phase of life, you can always call for the heart of the Father on their behalf. And when you do this, that same Spirit that Jesus left with His disciples – that same Helper – intercedes for you, and in that you can find peace. And it doesn’t stop when they are grown. He will continue to cover them and intercede for them and their children as life goes on.
You are doing great. Find His peace in the fact that He will sustain you and your offspring for always. Your prayers are NEVER wasted!!
A few years back I wrote about how Christmas conjured up images of days gone by with my babies. Modified a bit to relate my thoughts to Mother’s Day this week, I want to share the story with you once again.
Tears of longing well up in my eyes thinking of those days gone by, since my babies are not babies anymore. It was the happiest time of my life.
Now, I have beautiful and crazy loved grandchildren, and can watch my children experience the same feelings I did as history once again repeats itself.
When Jason and Heather were little I never wanted them out of my sight. I kept them so close.
I endeavored to build into them a confidence that I would always be there for them, believing that they would know this is how God is too. He would never leave them or forsake them as they grew into adults.
Beginning with that first step at around one years old, when a mom has that sense of uneasiness, that already they are beginning to move away from us.
I sensed it.
I was like any other Mom when their adorable baby takes that first step. You just know they are the smartest kid in the world. But deep down was this feeling of dread; that each step was away from me into discovering a whole new world, until one day, God forbid, they would leave and start a life without me there. But we quickly push those thoughts from us convincing ourselves that was a million years away.
When they were small my determination was to teach them about Jesus every chance I could. I would not leave it up to their Sunday school teachers, Christian school teachers, or anyone else to do my job of bringing my kids to Christ and to the best of my ability teach them how to live.
I wanted them to know that whatever came into their life they would always have Him, and He would direct their paths and be their constant companion. They both came to me at around 4 or 5 years old and asked if I would pray with them to invite Jesus into their young lives.
What a joy that day was!!
Then my babies started school. And this is how it went: Kindergarten and first grade when they would return to me at the end of their day they were always full of joy to see me, we had a snack together and they would play and rest. I would say, “I’m so glad you are home”….and I meant it.
The following years came and went. With each new year they grew a little more independent. At first they wanted to be where they could see me, but they didn’t want me to be too hovering or clingy.
Every day when they would come home the instant they opened the door they always said, “Mom, I’m home.”
… and I would breathe easy once again because my babies were mine again, at least for that day.
Then came Junior High School; the time when I became an embarrassment to them if they were seen with me in front of their friends.
And the time when you wonder if aliens have inhabited your kids.
One day they get up and they even look different. Then they open their mouths and then you know for sure it is not them…and a part of you grieves.
You know that your babies are not babies anymore. That time is past. But wait, they still come home at the end of the day and yell, “Mom, I’m home.”
And for a moment all is well with the world again. They would still have weak moments of reverting back to their earlier childhood on occasion and when no one was looking they would lay their head on my shoulder or hug me, and my heart would soar once again.
And High School followed.
This was a tough time for me because it was when my own life fell apart.
The kids’ Dad had left us and so we were driven closer together in adversity by having to move out of our house and into a tiny apartment. But farther apart, as well, because it was a time they were trying to find their bearings in a life they didn’t expect, and it seems like they slipped right out of my grasp.
It was painful in not only the loss of my life as I knew it, but also I couldn’t pretend my kids were babies anymore. And I was alone; double whammy.
Now, we all went different ways. But they still came home at the end of their days at some point, and I would always hear, “Mom, I’m home”.
…..and for a brief moment I closed my eyes and hung onto those memories once again.
Then they left. One day they were just gone. Does anything ever prepare us for the empty nest engulfment?
And oh, it was so painful to let my babies go.
A hole is left in your heart and it takes a while to figure out how to function again without your kids always being in the back of your mind and how whatever you are doing might affect them.
They have their own life now.
But then they would come back to see me and once again I heard that welcome phrase when they would walk in the door;
“Mom, I’m home”……I realized then that it wasn’t where I lived that was their home…
It was the fact that home is where I am .
They are 37 and 42 today and when I look at them I still see my babies.
And they will flinch when they read this but, no kidding!
I think that is how God sees us. Not by our age but because we are His children He always loves us as such. He sees the real us, our heart.
Of course we have to grow up, even as our earthly kids do, and mature into an even greater relationship with Him.
And this is what I want for my kids. My kids still say, “Mom, I’m home”, or sometimes, “Mom, I’m here”, always knowing that I will be overjoyed to see them at any time.
One day my life here on earth will be through and I will be in Heaven.
My vision has always been that on a given day in Heaven as I am going about my tasks that Jesus and I decide will be my calling there, everything will stop for me.
Suddenly an awareness will fill my being that something wonderful is about to happen. Someone I love is coming!
I hear a distant familiar sound! The anticipation and joy lifts me off the ground in awesome glory.
And then, I will hear it oh so clearly; the voice of my children is as familiar as my own voice.
“Mom, I’m Home”….
”Home” now being our real home, Heaven, where we were always meant to be after this brief life on earth.
Oh what joy will fill my heart. We will never be apart but we will all be home with our wonderful Jesus and each other.
“Mom, we are home”….to dwell together for all eternity.
This is our heritage dear parents. This life with our kids is so short compared to eternity spent with them in God’s kingdom. Tell your children about Jesus every chance you get for as they grow in Him He will be their stabilizing force!! It is never too late, either, to share this good news with your kids if they don’t already know it. There is a wonderful place we are all going to live after this life.
“No eye has seen, no ear has heard, and no mind has imagined what God has prepared for those who love him.” 1 Corinthians 2:9 NLT