Lately I’ve been trying to teach my older daughter about a bigger picture, like when I tell her, “As soon as you finish those sentences, you need to start alphabetizing your spelling words.” Then I go do a chore, giving her enough time to complete the first task and start on the next.
When I come back to check on her, I find that though she finished the sentences, she did not start on her spelling words. Instead, she ran off to play with her younger sister. I ask her what she is doing and what she is supposed to be doing. She knows the answers.
I explain to her that if I can’t trust her to follow directions on her homework, how can I trust her to follow directions and be able to safely cross the street. Even though she is listening and trying to understand, I wonder how many times we will have to repeat this lesson.
When I find a little time for myself, I think about how hard this parenting thing is and if I will ever get through to my daughters. Then I hear a not so subtle, but ever so quiet *cough*, *cough*, *ahem*; like someone clearing their throat to get your attention.
“Do you know how long I have been teaching you this lesson? Do you know how many times we have repeated it?” God asks gently. I don’t want to hazard a guess. God knows the bigger picture for my life and all the little lessons I need to learn to get there.
“‘For I know the plans I have for you,’ declares the LORD, ‘plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future.’”
– Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)
“Dear Jesus, as Galatians 3:26 says, I am your child. Thank You for loving me enough to let me be Your child and for making a plan for my life. Thank You for giving me children so that I remember I still have so much to learn….”