This is All I Have to Give

‘This is All I Have to Give’…My kid loves a park. He loves the outdoors. He loves to explore. Recently he has discovered tree climbing. It is definitely one of my favorite pastimes. I loved to see how high I could climb in the tallest tree I could find. Something about conquering a climb and the reward of the view at the top. It was like a new perspective. It was freeing. Things looked and felt different from above, even to my child eyes and soul.

As a mom, tree climbing does not feel quite as freeing. It’s more like a clench in the gut, a tight knot of worry about broken limbs (the bone kind). I want to tell him no. Do not climb. It’s not safe. Let’s just go slide or swing. But I did it when I was little and I loved it. I’m constantly afraid I’ll rob him of his childhood or he’ll be the kid constantly sitting on the sidelines if I tell him not to do things.

So I watch. I’m curious as it is to see how he accomplishes his tree climbing. It’s not always easy and many times up seems to be easier than down. I’m there if he needs me, but I don’t push my advice or suggestions on him. I just watch and wait. It doesn’t take him long to realize he’s in some tricky positions. His confidence becomes shaky, but he stays determined with his cute little tongue hanging on the side of his mouth helping him concentrate (I’m certain he’ll bite the tip off one day). As he figures out the best ways to maneuver back down his arm gets hung up at the very end and he starts calling for help. Of course I’m there and he knows he can always call for me.

With both feet planted firmly on the ground, full confidence returns and he’s ready to try it again. He’s focused on the fun and the experience and the learning. He sees a task he wants to master. I have no doubt with persistence and patience he will master the art of tree climbing (and I will just have to continue to pray for no broken limbs).

Our verse for ‪#‎amimessingupmykids‬ this week is: “My mouth is filled with your praise declaring your splendor all day long.” Psalm 71:8. There was a small lesson in my son’s tree climbing (can’t we all relate to the bottom right picture?). 😉 We will climb, we will get in tricky situations, our confidence will become shaky, we will get hung up, and we will have those moments where it feels like ‘this is all I have to give’. But He is always there. He is watching. He is waiting. He wants us to call out to him.

This week’s lesson mentions something that made me stir – giving God our praise even in our weak moments. That’s not easy to do and usually not the natural response to our distress. Like my son, it’s that determination. It’s knowing who our feet are firmly planted in. It’s remembering who God made us to be like. And even in those moments when we feel ‘this is all I have to give’ it’s having faith knowing that’s not all He has to give. Turn to Him, praise Him, give it all to Him declaring His splendor all day long.

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Being a Mom is Tough

‘Being a Mom is Tough’…I’m participating in a bible study this summer about being a mom asking that pivotal question #amimessingupmykids? We were given the verse Psalm 23:3 as our verse to pray this week: “He restores my strength (soul). He guides me along right paths, bringing honor to His name.”

I love how my summers always seem to bring me back to the book of Psalm. I spent last July-August doing a neat study reading the whole book of Psalm. It’s mostly a book of prayer & praise. Probably the BEST way to describe parenting- prayer one minute & praise the next! It’s a constant wave of emotions.

Yesterday I dared to venture for a day trip to the beach and the morning started out rough (prayer) as my little darling doesn’t like to have his sleep interrupted (but if he awakens on his own he’s practically emulating rays of sun out of that cute li’l tooshie). This created a 2 hour car ride with a 4 year old mouth from a place I’m really interested in knowing nothing about. And it continued for about the first hour or so once on the beach. NOTHING pleased him. The constant waves of “No’s!” and “I don’t like this!” and “The water is too cold!” and “I don’t like these toys!” and “This is not what I want to eat!” made me feel like the grains of sand having to roll with the punches of the massive waves. A constant parade of back & forth, pulled in & sucked out. And it seemed fitting that the waves were rather large yesterday morning- biggest I have seen in quite sometime. It wasn’t even 10am and I was ready to pack up and tackle a torturous 2 hour car ride back home.

I found myself silently praying “He restores. He restores.” over and over. I was bound and determined not to let this 4 year old darling of mine continue to be the waves controlling my emotions. SO? I buried him. I really did! But the beach way 🙂 I stayed quiet not to say anything I’d quickly regret, got a shovel out and started digging. He quickly stopped his whining and watched me becoming more and more curious, “What are you doing?” I didn’t respond right away. Once my hole was big enough I looked at him and said, “Hop in.” His eyes got excited, I mean dirt + boy = heaven. He happily obliged and squealed with delight as I started covering him up. He was now giggling and I was smiling. It felt like us again and back in tune with the ebbs & flows of each other.

The waves died down both outwardly & inwardly. The rest of the day moved along with such ease & fun (praise). And I found myself resting on His promise and my prayer “He restores”.

Our opinions become fixed at the point where we stop thinking. ~Ernest Renan