O let my life resemble
more of you each day
Mold me with your Spirit
like the potter molds the clay.
Psalm 27... Thomas Jefferson said, "Freedom is the right to do what we ought, but not always what we want." In Christ there is freedom!
O let my life resemble
more of you each day
Mold me with your Spirit
like the potter molds the clay.
As a mom I am embarrassed to say I did not always do these two beautiful children justice. One of my favorite writers Marjorie Holmes, in her book, "I've Got to Talk to Somebody God," wrote a prayer "I was so cross to the Children." In that prayer she talked about being so cross with her children, so discouraged, so tired and unreasonable and then took it out on them. As a mother, I like her cringe and my heart aches when I remember my bad temper, my impatience and my yelling. Many times I would go and sit beside there bed after they were asleep with tears remembering the confusion and fear in their little eyes. They were helpless at the adult power and control over them. Yet today all these years later, they love me anyway and they have forgiven me. Just as Christ loves me and forgives me.
Lord, I thank you for these beautiful creatures you have brought into my life. I thank you for both of them and for their abilities and uniqueness, for their loving and kind spirits. But most of all Lord I thank you for allowing me to be their mother. Protect my children, Lord. Provide for them, keep them safe, Lord. Protect my son in heart and my daughter in heart. Lord I thank you for them and for the love they give my children. Lord, Let my children always know they are loved and cherished by me.