There are times when I get lost in frustration and the only thing I can think to do is take a step back and look at how far God has brought me. This morning, I decided to journey backwards in my prayer journal and I came across this entry from November 2011. Allow me to grant you a peek into my life…
“…Lord, I am so grateful for the changes you are making in me and Jaden [my son, then 6-years-old] and our relationship. We have been two opposing forces for as long as I can remember. I would lash out at him in frustration, desperation, anger. I would scream and say unpleasant things to him, trying to force him to behave in a certain manner. All futile actions leading to fear, anger, dislike, tears, screams, and hurt in both directions. Yesterday, we took a positive step and I cant thank you enough.
After a day of frustration, repeating instructions, rough talking and hurt feelings, it was time to go to bed. My little Jaden burst into tears saying, “I had a hard day!” I can imagine the old me telling him to stop crying and go to sleep, being too tired or caught up in my own actions, to-do list or emotions to deal appropriately with the situation. But last night was different. I believe I’m learning to pray without ceasing – my heart is open to you and I’m listening.
Last night, upon hearing my baby’s tear-filled declaration, I asked him to climb down from his perch on the top bunk. I removed myself from Nikko’s bottom bunk [my then 3-year-old son] and sat on the floor, readying my lap for my boy. He found his spot and we held on to each other as I spoke the sweet and comforting words you gave me just for him. I let him know that hard days are something that we all have and how I’d had some this very week, but that it was alright because that’s why we have family – to help us through our hard days. We can talk about what’s bothering us and work together to make it better. I told him he was a great guy and that I love him so much. Then I prayed for him, asking you to give him peace, comfort and joy, allowing him to have sweet rest through the night.
As the prayer came to a close, his sobs subsided and we could sense the change in the room. Saja [my daughter, then 8-years old] spoke up and said, “Mama, your making MY eyes water up!” And I must admit, I was a bit watery, myself! During this time, Nikko was in his bed, interjecting sweet 3-year-old sentiments and Zion [1-year-old] was laying in Nikko’s bed quietly. It was a sweet, powerful moment with my babies and our God.
Thank you for showing yourself to my treasures in a way that they can feel and understand. You are an awesome God and I am so honored to be able to come boldly to your throne and speak to you as my father. Help me to lead my family to you in everything I do, with all that I am. I love you, Lord. Be magnified in my life, God. These things I pray in Jesus’ precious name…Amen.”
My prayer is that my little journey down memory lane reminds you, when you’re lost in a sea of frustration, the best thing to do is to run to the father, cast your cares upon him and feel his peace wash over you. He did it for me and my Tribe back then, he’ll do it for us again, and I know he’ll do it for you, too.
Live in Love,