However, God never wanted me to make my children into soldiers that people could talk about how great they were. God wanted me to love and know my children at the age of six, nine, and nineteen. I needed to care about how my children felt and thought guiding them to Christ, not forcing them to be who I thought they should be.
Because I did not understand this truth, I was mean to my children. God showed …show more content…
And when he was twelve years old, they went up to Jerusalem after the custom of the feast. And when they had fulfilled the days, as they returned, the child Jesus tarried behind in Jerusalem; and Joseph and his mother knew not of it. But they, supposing him to have been in the company, went a day 's journey; and they sought him among their kinsfolk and acquaintance. And when they found him not, they turned back again to Jerusalem, seeking him. And it came to pass, that after three days they found him in the temple, sitting in the midst of the doctors, both hearing them, and asking them questions. And all that heard him were astonished at his understanding and answers. And when they saw him, they were amazed: and his mother said unto him, Son, why hast thou thus dealt with us? behold, thy father and I have sought thee sorrowing. And he said unto them, How is it that ye sought me? wist ye not that I must be about my Father 's business? And they understood not the saying which he spake unto them.
After reading this passage, I realized that if I had been Mary the mother of Jesus, I would have thought Jesus was being a smart mouth. Mary had searched for her child, not knowing where he was. If I had been in Mary’s shoes and my child said, “How is that ye sought me? Did you not know I would be about my father’s business?” I wound have popped him in the mouth good. I would have been angry that …show more content…
I would have whooped Jesus. I was out of control. I did not care what my children thought, because they had to obey me. They were the ones who had to come under submission. Did I have good children that obeyed? Yes I did, but did I give them respect they deserved? No, I did not. Did I provoke my children to anger? Yes, I did.
I realized I sinned against God and my boys. I told them, “I was sorry and I would work on become a mother that God wanted.” I did not know what it looked like to be the mother that God had called me to be, but I was willing to find out. I still do not have all the answers; however, I do know that God wants me to respect my children who they are. Children can feel like they have little or no value because of the way adults can treat them. Children need us to love them unconditionally. I want my children to know that they do not have to do or be anything for me to love them. I love them no matter what. Although I made mistakes with my children, I am glad to know that God loves me and my children. I have endured so hard times because of my mistakes, but I clung to the scripture, “And I will restore to you the years that the locust hath eaten,” Joel 2:25. I know no matter how bad I messed things up, I have a God that is greater, and can restore my failures, and Praise God, I have already seen his restoring hand at work in my and my children’s