Friday, January 10, 2020

{pray and wait}

Ok, so I admit, parenting has me bamboozled much of the time. Maybe this is how I stay focused on the Lord. But, even yesterday I told my husband that maybe raising children wasn't the best idea for me. He silences me, but understands. 

Children of Christian parents are leaving the fold, it seems, in record numbers. I wonder at that. The glitter of the world, on tap at all hours, plus instant communication feeds the urges. I see it, I want it, I get it. Stuff or people. 

There's no romance anymore, no mystery which involves delayed gratification, but rather our kids live in an atmosphere of continual access. I personally adore the anticipation of a treat more than the acquiring of it. 

And all the while, poky old me just plods along. I'm happy with my cozy home, my strict routines, and very little stimulation. I crave the ordinary. A day without drama, with tidy surroundings suits me perfectly. Excess clutter makes me itch, though I'm not by nature an awesome housekeeper by any means. It's an effort to stay on top of things. 

But my kids, some of them, want more. They seek and aren't satisfied, seeming to always be on the lookout for the next glittery object. 

God's not so sparkly, but is slow and steady. A warm lap, a listening ear, honest instruction and correction when necessary, and always available. And He's never wrong. I find comfort in that, me who continually flubs it. 

A couple of our children have shrugged away from God specifically saying He doesn't speak to them, disregarding that they've got to cut the outside noise in order to listen. And a continuous surge of cellphone data ensures that they never experience quiet. 

'Be still and know that I am God.' First you've got to make the effort. We're not all Pauls on the Damascus road being smacked down. 

I don't actively pray for hardships for our kids so they'll need the Lord, but I do pray for interventions, and circumstances or interaction with believers. 

As our priest said to my husband in regards to one of our children and their rebellion, 'Sometimes they have to experience hardships before turning back.'

Today one them is in the midst of hard, another on the cusp of walking straight into hard, willingly. So we pray. 

And as Father Tim in Midford says...'Pray the prayer that never fails. Thy will be done.'