A Bit of Comfort for the Mom’s who aren’t “Pulling It Off”
One parenting struggle that I have and that I try to ignore is my own insecurities about how I am doing at raising my children. I am pretty good at putting on a confident front, but I have little twinges of guilt accompanied by a voice that says, “You’re not doing it right.” It happens when I’m in public and I see another mom successfully shopping while enjoying the company of their children (oh, and she knows where they all are). It happens when I read a parenting book and see all the methods I “should” be using. It happens every time I go on Pinterest and it seems like every other mom out there is doing amazing crafts and science experiments with her children every day.
Sometimes I feel insecure around other Christians when I hear about how they incorporate God in their children’s lives. Should we be doing a devotion every day? Twice a day? Should I be singing hymns from the hymnal at home? Should I be praying with my children using memorized prayers or prayers that we make up? How messed up will my kids be if I get any of these wrong?
Wish I could remember who it was that first told me this, but it is oddly comforting. “There are many things in life to be unsure about, but we can be certain that we will get it wrong and we will mess our kids up.” Ok, it’s not comforting at first, but think about it. You and I can be certain of the fact that we are sinners whose sins affect others. No matter how hard I try, I am not going to pull it off. My children will be affect and wounded by my sins and my inability to parent the perfectly. I am also 100% certain that my children and I are in need of a “better parent.” And I know that we have one in God.
There are lots of ways that I could talk about God being a perfect parent, but right now I want to talk about a time when Jesus rescued a little girl and her father, Jarius. When I read the story of Jarius’ daughter, I think about the panic and the powerlessness that he must have felt. There was nothing he could do to save her. Money couldn’t, doctors couldn’t and when Jarius reached out to Jesus, his last hope, he was too late too. (Can you relate to any of these parental fears?) Since Jesus loved Jarius just as much as he loved the little girl, he waited until she had died and Jarius was at his bottom, without hope. That’s when Jesus raised the little girl back to life. Jesus showed this family that he didn’t just have power over sickness, but he had power over the biggest problem, death.
I find it so comforting because Jesus has this same love for me and my children. He loves us enough to let us sink to the bottom of our pits of failure and despair so that we only can look up to him for rescue. His rescue is complete and will always come at the perfect time. Ultimately, I know that Jesus loves my children far more than I do and he is watching them and pursuing them and rescuing them according to his perfect understanding.