Children are a Joy and Delight. A Heritage.
Precious blessings. Fruit of my womb.
Someone didn’t get the memo today.
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As this little one woke screaming for Daddy (because I was the last person she wanted) she surely was not full of Joy, and didn’t seem like much of a delight if I am honest. Yet seeing isn't always believing is it? I was sharing with my husband the other night that it’s hard sometimes to read those verses about what blessings children are. That they are a rich reward, and bring joy and delight… when honestly, the days can be really really hard.
I don’t put my head on the pillow many nights and proclaim “What a delightful day it’s been”. Rather I cry out to God to give me the strength to be able to do this, and to mother these 3 little children in a way that would honor Him.
But I know and believe that what God says about these sweet children is true. They are blessings. Miracles. And they do bring me SO much Joy. And I am comforted by the never changing character of God that loves me even when I am not much of a joy or delight. His love is steadfast, and never-failing. He is always present, knows all, is sovereign over all things. He sees me when I selfishly choose the poor choices. He sees my heart that cries for someone else instead of Him. He sees my grumpiness, discontentment, jealousy over others.
If I am honest with myself and you… there are many days that I am not a Joy and a Delight. Yet God still says he rejoices over me with gladness. I am challenged by my God… who loves is unwavering.
So when these “precious blessings” act far from joyful, I will choose to believe that indeed they are a rich reward from God. A sweet gift from Him. Perhaps even a gift to show me how vast His Love is for even one like me.
Oh, that I would bestow upon my children the same kind of patient and steadfast love that our Father has lavished on me.
Yes Indeed.
Children ARE a Joy and Delight. A Heritage.
Precious blessings. Fruit of my womb.
