We stand toe to toe and a few of them are taller than me..somehow I shrunk 2 inches!
7 to 19 now.
The strong will is still there and determination.
the debates have changed but the passion and determination are the same...and I love it!
Fierce and mighty..
I remember rubbing my belly and praying over my babes daily.
Praying they'd be strong.
Praying they wouldn't give into others and that they'd stand up for what they believed in.
God always answers prayers but sometimes they may not be in the way you want.
When they were babies...I prayed I could just get some sleep
When they were toddlers ...I prayed for them to sleep
When they were little, I prayed for God to get me through the exhausting moments.
When they were still little, I still prayed for sleep..they never slept. 4 kids in 5 years and not one of them slept more than 3 hours a night..Crazy!
When my kids make a great choice and put someone in front of them my prayers become praise.
When my kids used to slam their doors when they were little(we use to make them open and close it 100 times) I pray for ME to have patience.
Nothing can prepare you for the hard prayers of motherhood.
Some days I would pray for wisdom and in the next breath tell Him I got this.
One minute rebellion the next minute revival!
We love a good revival in the Funk house!
One I may pray for goodness and for the other meekness when goodness is present.
Patience, self-control, and Grace all the time daily. Over and over and over again.
I have offered prayers of thanksgiving and they have offered unprompted gratitude always.
I have sat next to their beds during the night whispering prayers over them.
I have wept their loss or pain and begged God to fix all I couldn't.
I have rejoiced at their wins, their gains and thanked GOD in the moment.
Since they were in my belly, I have whispered the hardest prayers ever...Dear God break my children. Break their hearts for what breaks yours. They are all yours.
Maybe these are hard words for you to pray for your children or maybe just letting go of the illusion of control never gets easier.
I know he will answer.
All these things I whisper and pray over my children I know he says them over me.
He breaks us so we heal stronger.
I found Jesus again and again when my life was wrecked.
It's time you start praying those hard prayers of a mama.
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