And with that my mind busied again, trying to glean the wisdom that God was showing me through this circumstance. I began to wonder what ways I’m carrying my child, building my strength while stunting his growth. Like a caterpillar turning into a butterfly, struggle often plays a key role in our growth, but struggle is also meant to be shared (Romans 12:15). How do I know whether I am sharing a burden too big for another or just bearing a load they are meant to carry?
I want to teach my kids that feeling the pain of disappointment, sadness and fear is important, that avoiding it will just cause a larger infection to brew inside. Yet my body fights my mind when I see pain creep into their faces, hear it in their voices, and feel it creep into my body. My heart starts racing and I forget to breathe. And I want to fix it, make them feel better, make myself feel better.
Most of us don’t want harm to come to our children. However, we live in a broken world where bad things do happen. When tragedies like children dying of hyperthermia in cars happen, it’s easier to quickly assume that the people who have accidentally left their children in the car are horrible and should... Continue Reading →