I took my job seriously and prayerfully began the journey.
I wondered why God gave me two little lives to nurture and adore, when most of the time I felt inadequate. At every turn, I was doing the learning while my little ones seemed to be one step ahead.
"Father, I can't do this,” I cried often.
He answered softly. "If you weren't equal to the task, I would not ask.”
Once again, I was picked up, dusted off, and set back on my feet. I can't say I "raised" them. In many ways, they were more aware of life than I. I can only pray they learned half as much from me as I did from them.
My daughter, Tammy, came to me after her first daughter, Ashley, was born. "Mom," she said, "this world is so cruel and violent. I sometimes wonder if I didn't make a mistake by having a child."
My eyes met hers as my heart skipped a beat. Praying silently for wisdom, I answered, "Honey, this life is far more than what we see with our eyes. If you teach her to love the Lord and accept Him as her personal Savior, she will live forever with Jesus and all of us who know in our hearts He is the Son of God." I thanked God for the precious gift of motherhood.
Thank God for the privilege of being a parent.
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