“What are you doing, mom?” asked Daniel, as he came looking for me to help him with his schoolwork. I was busily looking through some drawers trying to find a timer.
“I am getting ready to write as much as I can in 5 minutes using the word ‘reach’.”
“Ooo, can I do that too?” He asked with an enthusiastic tone.
Daniel went to his computer and I went to mine, and the timer was set. GO!
When I woke up this morning I was reaching for grace. I needed to look up and reach for Jesus to rescue me from my reasoning of failure. I have reason to believe that I am a failure as a mom. My teenage son despises me right now. I am trying to take an honest look at it from God’s perspective and so I reach out for His wisdom. I reach out for His direction. I reach my hands as high to the sky as I possibly can so that I reach His throne of grace. I know that He is never far from my reach, but today I felt like an extra inch in my reach would reach not only His feet but also His face.
I am desperately reaching out to my Father. I need His touch on my own parenting. I hardly ever write about my parenting, because I will be the first to admit that I don’t have a clue how to do it right. It seems that parenting is a skill that is out of my reach. Even though I have had triumphs in many areas of my own life, it seems that I can never measure up when it comes to the life of the ones I lead.
Daniel came running with excitement to share with me what he came up with, but he wanted to hear mine first. I was hesitant at first because I felt like mine was a bit of a pity party, but I knew my ten year old could handle it.
“Well, that’s sad, do you want to hear mine?”
“Sure son, whatcha got?”
One day I had to get a book from the highest shelf in the world. I reached and reached but I could not get it down, so I got a stool. But I still could not reach the book so I got a ladder. Still could not reach it.
“I tried everything,” I thought to my self.
“I got it, I will get a trampoline.” So I jumped and jumped.
“Man! I can’t reach it!”
But there was a voice inside by body telling me that “I can do it”.
I reached one last time and ah ha I got it! I jumped up and down of excitement but when I looked at the cover it said, My Little Pony !!!!!!noooooooooooooooo! I could not believe it, I did all that work just to get that. Man! The end.
My 10 year old son taught me a lesson about reaching today. As we reach, God will teach!
I might have felt like a failure as a mother, reaching for Him in His wisdom. At the same time, The Lord was teaching my son to keep reaching, no matter what your feelings tell you to do.
“All your children will be taught by the Lord,and great will be their peace” (Isaiah 54:13).
I stumbled upon this link up through another blog that I follow, Abby’s “Five Minute Friday”, was on wondering if you’ll ever reach the finish line. I have been wondering the same thing. I grabbed onto many balloons of blogs which was the hope in my reach.
As I read through some other encouraging blogs on Kate Motaung’s site, my focus was lifted higher. There is an invitation for you to join in on all the fun, and you might have just as much fun as Daniel did.