I met Heidi, the author of Moms, Ministry, and More, when she began leaving insightful comments in response to my posts. When I went to her blog, I found her to be a rather fascinating person. She is a young mom serving as a missionary alongside her husband in Asia. They have four young children including a daughter adopted from China. I know you will enjoy getting to know her and her lovely heart for God, her husband, her kids, and the world.
The busy-ness of parenting (plus the high pack of the holidays on top of that) gives me lots of opportunities to give my children gifts. I’m not talking the kind under the Christmas tree, but the kind that will outlast the “A-B-C Bear” my girls will get this year.
Honestly, I’m just learning about some of these gifts. Parenting doesn’t come easy for me. If I got my Christmas wish, I would visit some of your homes and observe you in action for awhile to learn how to do this thing well!
And if you came to my house, this is what you would have recently seen…
His tears at my unrepentant heart fell on his pillow.
I had hurriedly re-tucked him in saying, “I’ve got things to do. Stay in bed.”
When he came to my room yet again, I was ready with both barrels, barely hearing his soft words and utterly overlooking his heart.
“I’m just wondering… is that a kuai, mom?” He referred to our agreement to give up a “kuai” whenever our spirits grumbled and complained.
But I had given him the barrels, “No, son! That is me needing to get things done. Now good night.” Re-re-tuck.
Yet even before his tears began, I knew I was wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong.
I reached a hand out to smooth his forehead and softly said, “You’re right son. That is a kuai.”
The value of a kuai is only 3 pennies, yet I felt I gave a precious gift to my boy. To a child who so wants to do right but just struggles sometimes, I modeled what it looks like to embrace our feet of clay.
These clay feet aren’t to be feared.
They may leave muddy tracks wherever they go…but they are nonetheless that which carries us:
To a place of repentance.
Back to the Potter.
So back to Him I go, this time with a young child in tow. “Potter, these feet will always be clay. Forgive me for tracking across this heart You have entrusted me with. Thank You that these tracks don’t threaten Your grace or taint Your intentions for goodness and forgiveness.”
Thank You God, for pliable clay in Capable Hands.
So I’m wondering…what gifts are you giving your children?
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