i'm not sure why, but my son reminds me of one. Beautiful, majestic, and . . .sad.
As a mother, our children become our world. When they hurt we hurt. When they suffer we look inside of us, seeing what we did, or didn't do that may have caused it. We blame ourselves allot of times for things out of our control.
Today i had a heart to heart with my son. it was not planned, (as are most things heavenly sent), and it sent me into a little bit of a tail spin to be honest.
The frustration level had reached its peak! Tempers blazing! All this over a shower i thought! All the sudden i was overcome with sadness, and i felt my heart breaking as his eyes were becoming red from holding back tears. i thought how beautiful he was, and how much i loved this little guy. i sat down on the bed where he was, literally pulling his hair in frustration. Without realizing it i was crying. Like a dam that had been held back far too long. "Billie, you are such a beautiful light in this world. Your love for the Lord is so strong and moving. You were created to be a strong man of God. But you know what, satan hates that. The enemy is doing everything he can to pull you down, and make you feel frustrated, and angry so that your light will dim. " Tears now streaming down his face he looked up at me. " My heart breaks when i feel you don't love yourself, and beat yourself up. And you know what, i get it. i may not be the best communicator, but i understand how frustrating things can be. And you know what, some things are harder for you than others. And i get it." He sniffed, and said "Sometimes i don't feel i do things good." "You know what baby, that is satans lies. " My past flashed before my eyes so quickly. Remembering that feeling i used to have, it cut so deep. Why God? Why must he feel this way?! in my head i was screaming. i feel that i can be calm when distress comes to me, but to an innocent little boy to feel all those negative strong emotions makes me cry as i'm writing. "Billie when you feel that way again i want you to say "no, that's a lie". i love you so much, and am so proud of you. You keep your light shinning, because you have a purpose." He sniffed his tears away. "Hey mom? How did we get into this talk? i mean we started taking about a shower?" He smiled and i laughed because, there was my sweet Billie. We prayed, (and yes he finally took a shower).
My purpose in sharing this is that our children are under attack everyday. By an enemy so powerful he simply puts thought in their head of worthlessness. And as parents, it's time we say "NO!" We can not simply just ask God to watch out for them, but rebuke evil in the name of Jesus. Tell you how proud you are of them when they haven't done anything special. Hug them. Tell them you love them. Keep planting that love. Don't give up!
Oh, and if you see my little weeping willow, give him a hug, he could use a few extra.