Remembering Those Days

I am 68. I have 4 grown children and 8 grandchildren. Too often the younger generation acts like I can not relate to the struggles of moms of young children. Many years have gone by but many memories of those years have not faded. Recently I was going through my files in order to condense my collection. I came across an undated piece I had written reflecting on this time period


Half my life I am drowning in a flood of partially eaten apples, usually unmatched socks stuffed between sofa cushions or peeking out under chairs and single pieces of toys waiting to cause pain as someone steps on them. The reunion of all these toy pieces back in their original groups seems like a dimly remembered dream.

Little helpers stick dirty fingers in my futile attempts to accomplish something. anything.

When dishes are finally clean and rooms are straightened, ("When is company coming , Mom?) clutter and confusion spring up like persistent weeds.

How do I push back the flood? How do I help my dirty fingered helpers stand clean and upright before the Lord? Ideas and plans flourish in my head and in helpful books that line my shelf. " In everything with prayer and supplication let your desires be known to God----"reverberates in my head and "Undisciplined parents make undisciplined children." is my immediate reply.

I have only a murky understanding of what I have to offer my world, what talents I have and what insights I could share. Instead of joyously embracing all God has given me, I sit under a pile of rotting apples, broken toys, dirty socks and half formed dreams and  wonder " Where do I begin?"



Although like all families the years have brought joy and sorrow and also a clear understanding of the character of God. Although my sin has affected my role as mom, I am comforted by the fact that God will not allow me to ruin any of His plans for my children. It's God's character that rules.

Ephesians 2:8-9 “For by grace you have been saved through faith. And this is not your own doing; it is the gift of God, not a result of works, so that no one may boast.”

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