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Posted by [email protected] on March 12, 2013 at 1:20 PM
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Oh that God would give every mother a vision of the glory and splendor of the work that is given to her when a babe is place in her bosom to be nursed and trained! Could she have but one glimpse in to the future of that life as it reaches on into eternity; could she look into its soul to see its possibilities; could she be made to understand her own personal responsibility for the training of this child, for the development of its life, and for its destiny,--she would see that in all God's world there is no other work so noble and so worthy of her best powers, and she would commit to no others hands the sacred and holy trust given to her.”
- J.R. Miller
VICTORY!
Victory is the word I've prayed over my middle-est for some time now. Here's a post from last year, where I confessed ahead of time that the Victory in my precious son's life would be entirely the Lords! And God has shown Himself so very faithful in recent months.
The scary thoughts at bedtime, his negative self-talk, and the tearful requests to stay home with me instead of enjoying the fun other boys bound off after... So many big and little victories each day I simply must stop and lift up my PRAISE!
This post won't be long. Just look at these happy pictures of the boy who didn't want to go to school or play sports. Here he is, enjoying a lively game of tetherball on one of his class days! Victory is the Lords... I'm just so pleased to have been a prayerful, encouraging part of it!
I love the quote above, and remember the sense of just how noble this calling of Motherhood seemed when I nursed my newborns during the long night hours. But today, with the boys now 9, 7, and 5, the vision of the glory and the splendor of raising little souls is more intense than ever. And I am finding renewed joy and commitment as I parent, and pray, encourage, direct, and love my sons.
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