Yesterday, Ben was playing with playdough and a few little plastic animals. A lion, a rhino, a giraffe…I was bopping around the kitchen trying to clean up.
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As I think about my mothering today. (You can fill in the blank with whatever your role is.)
I start to feel attacked.
I know those jeering questions and lies by now…
- What do you think you are doing?
- You can’t do this.
- You don’t have any idea how to do this do you?
- You know you are going to mess it all up…in fact you are messing up right now.
- You are not doing enough…you cannot be enough.
- Just give up today. And try again later.
“Therefore, there is now no condemnation<sup style="background-color: white; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: top;" value="(A)”> for those who are in Christ Jesus,” (Rom 8:1)
“The LORD is gracious, and full of compassion; slow to anger, and of great mercy.” (Psalms 145:8)
Parenting is always full of firsts…
Well, this is a first for us.
Sweet little HJ took a spill off the couch on Thursday. It was one of those “freak” falls where she fell with her arm back behind her.
My first panicked thought was that she just broke her arm. But after scooping her up and carefully examining her whole arm, she seemed to be just fine. In fact, she calmed down right away and returned to playing.
The next day we kept an eye on it and she seemed ok, but by Saturday we realized that although she was playing happily, she seemed to be favoring her right arm and wasn’t fully extending her elbow. So we took a trip to the Pediatrician. They did x-rays that showed a possible fracture. They put her in a sling and said to take her to her regular doctor on Monday. So, we did. Another x-ray revealed a definite fracture so we were sent to the Orthopedic Surgeon where a third x-ray showed no need for surgery. She has to wear a cast for three weeks and then everything should be healed by then.
It was funny to go in with a fully active toddler to coming out with with a fully casted little pumpkin pie.
She came with me to the grocery store last night where the cashiers exclaimed about how sad her little arm looked. Poor thing!
I am so thankful for modern medicine, competent and thorough doctors, and a Heavenly Father who protects and heals. I am thankful that the whole experience was not traumatic and that her sweet laid back personality doesn’t seem to mind the heavy and awkward cast.
I’m hoping when she is older she will get a kick out of these sweet little pictures.
“Christian children (and their parents) don’t need to learn to be “nice.” They need death and resurrection and a Savior who has gone before them as a faithful high priest, who was a child himself, and who lived and died perfectly in their place. They need a Savior who extends the offer of complete forgiveness, total righteousness, and indissoluble adoption to all who will believe. This is the message we all need. We need the gospel of grace and the grace of the gospel. Children can’t use the law any more than we can, because they will respond to it the same way we do. They’ll ignore it or bend it or obey it outwardly for selfish purposes, but his one thing is certain: they won’t obey it from the heart, because they can’t that’s why Jesus had to die” (p. 17).