[inspiration]
warning: I'm not perfect...only human...but thankful that God has changed my heart...
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It's a mother's nature to protect her child. In any situation, under any circumstance. Even in the wild, animals prove this God-given instinct to be true.
So tonight at dinner, when I asked the kids to each tell me something about their school-day, I didn't expect to have to choke back my tears. I didn't expect to feel like a mother bear ready to attack danger to her little cub.
Dt is a pretty girl with a humble heart. She's a bright girl. She's a genuine girl. And she's well liked at school. So imagine my surprise to find out that today, on the 2nd day of school, she experienced what we all dread and fear as parents:
She was hurt in her heart by some girls at school. She was ignored. She was left out. She was treated by the two girls she likes the most as if she wasn't even there. She was cast-out. She felt like she didn't belong.
And she quietly told me this at dinner.
And I wanted to cry.
I wanted to defend.
I wanted to race to the school and tell those girls what snots they are. What brats they are. What little snips they are.
I wanted to hurt them as badly as they had hurt my little dt.
See? You thought I was perfect. Had you fooled. I'm not.
I'm human. I'm simply...human. In need of a God Who is bigger than my small-mindedness.
So. We finished dinner. We did our nightly routine. We prayed by the kids beds. We tucked them in. And then, as I laid with dt and prayed my nightly prayer out loud with her, something happened. Something really incredible happened. Something bigger than me, bigger than life, bigger than the tallest building in the world, happened.
God impressed my heart and tongue and my mind to speak to her with His words of wisdom. Not my own, feeble, selfish protective words, but words of comfort, joy, peace. Yes, bigger than me.
I shared with her that my biggest hope for her was that as she started school again this week she would become an instrument for God. That He would use her in a very big way, in a way that she never (and I never) could imagine. That He would use her to show the world (her world, her school and her sphere of influence) that He is real.
I told her that I really believe God has big plans for her and that sometimes He teaches us the biggest and most important things in life through painful situations. And that He prepares us for greatness through humble experiences.
And then...the mother bear shrunk. The mother bear re-coiled her bear-claws:
I told her that the thing that God would want most for her to do is to pray for those girls. To pray for their health. To pray for their goodness and their safety. To pray that God will use her to show them, through her words, her actions, her choices, that He loves them.
And that maybe, just maybe, God was teaching her to always notice the lonely people in the world by experiencing how it felt, first-hand.
And so...with that, I kissed her. And she said "thank you mommy". Mommy! She never says mommy anymore. She says mom...but tonight, she said mommy. God knows how much I miss the word *mommy*. And somehow, I think He warmed my heart with this endearing little word while comforting her through me with the words he impressed me to say to her!
Bigger than me.
I really didn't plan on blogging tonight. I don't have time! I'm in the middle of a book deadline and yet, I felt impressed to put this down on *paper* because regardless of who you are, regardless of your faith or your beliefs or your veiws in life, you have experienced the feeling of rejection. Of loneliness. Or of that terrible gut-wrenching feeling when your child is hurting because of mean kids at school.
And the greatest comfort we have is when we turn to our loving God. He comforts our hurting hearts...and He asks us to pray for our enemies...and then? He blesses us for it.
I adore you, my dt. I adore You, my loving God.
"You have heard it said, 'love your neighbor and hate your enemy.' But I say to you, love your enemies, bless those who curse you, do good to those that hate you, and pray for those that spitefully use you and persecute you, that you may be sons of your Father in heaven. For He makes His sun rise on the evil and on the good, and sends rain on the just and on the unjust." -Matthew 5:43-45