This morning I walked with a friend. We walk several times a week, and it’s become a special time as we talk about our children. Our dreams. Our issues. God. We talk lots and lots about God. My friend’s past is as harsh as anyone’s I’ve heard. I love nothing more than when God gives us something profound while we are walking, because she instantly grabs it and praises God. Sometimes she throws up her hands and says, I’m so blessed! I love those moments because a miracle has taken place in her perspective. She could absolutely talk about her past. About the abuse. About things that are so hurtful and private. She could tell her kids, “I’m the way I am because of my past, so just deal with it.” She could crawl into an emotional cave and not trust people, or God, or point out what others have done wrong and make excuses for her work-in-progress areas. Instead she points to today. She’s still growing. Still asking God to write new chapters in her life, and that of her children. She’s still reaching for God. Still talking honestly to Him about things that seem bigger than her. As we move into week #3 of The Mom I Want to Be, we’re skipping some chapters to read Chapter Six. It’s not that the chapters in between aren’t important, but we talk a lot about forgiveness here, and we only have six weeks together. Our perspective matters. It is our filter through which we look at life. It’s our filter through which we parent. It’s our filter through which we compare, or don’t compare, or grab life with abandon and joy, or plod through it with emotions that weigh us down and pour out over our most precious relationships. I pray that youll join me all week as we take this deeper at tsuzanneeller
Posted on: Mon, 22 Sep 2014 22:03:34 +0000
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