I’ve been hash tagging this a lot lately. Simply because I need to be reminded of the commitment I made to Daddy through the revelation He gave me. It’s a reminder of the conversation we had to have after a Bible study class. I’m going to write it until it is engraved in my heart. For now, I am walking out my promise in the natural until it becomes a permanent part of my life.
A soldier stands at attention awaiting his briefing. He has been serving in this army for quite some time now and has passed his training. His commanding officer approaches and gives him an order. He salutes, turns, and hastens to fulfill the order at once. Nothing distracts him, and he does not stop to boast about his new orders, or to compare notes with other soldiers. He does not worry that others in the army may have been given orders also. It is of no consequence that his fellow soldiers may have higher priority orders, or orders on a differing timeline.
Many parents can relate to the feeling of running to the defense of a child, and you are made to look like the fool in the end. Here you are pulling out your best defenses and name dropping like you are mafia connected only to find out that the situation became worse because your child’s behavior was unacceptable and embarrassing to your very reputation. “The situation was manageable until your child did _____.” This information was a death sentence in my house. That’s when you pull out the infamous response: “Wait until we get home.”
One of the many mini-sermons I would inflict upon my children begins with my famous quote, “I don’t tell you no, you tell you no with your behavior”. This was sure to set off a series of unfortunate verbal exchanges between us that would end up with them reluctantly submitting to my authority and a halfhearted repentance. I undoubtedly acknowledge that is was partial because let’s face it… THEY WERE KIDS!
A little while ago my laptop stopped working. It wasn’t entirely a surprise as I had been trying to use it in what could conservatively be called a rainstorm (there was a good reason). Because I could no longer function without my laptop, my boss gave me another laptop to have my files copied over so I could get back to work. The kind, generous, helpful people in tech support did everything they could to make the process as easy as possible (I have to say that, they may be reading this). But despite all their efforts, everything was not transferred fully. I had to go back and reinstall several crucial programs, change settings to match my old computer, redo my security profile, and many more mundane but time consuming tasks. While doing this, I was unable to do the job I was being paid for. I was unable to do anything else I wanted to because I was so wrapped up in trying to restore my computer. Finally, after weeks and weeks of struggle, I got my laptop back to regular service. It works just as well as the old one, but there are still some files I can never replace and will remain forever lost.
One day, not too long ago, hubby and I were discussing how we deal with the children with their incessant ability to question our counsel. (Don't laugh yet.) I mean, we made a huge production out of each child's talent of challenging our wisdom. We imitated their voices, body language, the whole nine yards. I cannot tell you today which one it was in particular on that day, but at the time it didn't even matter. I was tired. But after we had a few good laughs I had that feeling that Daddy was hovering over my shoulder with the stare that reads, "I'm glad you got a kick out of that. Wonder where they get it from?" (Rhetorical question, Farley.) My head dropped immediately. My husband noticed after a few more jokes that I had begun to sober up from the cackling and asked me what was on my mind. I could only answer one way. "They get it honestly."
We all have our inner battles. We all have that thing that haunts us, stalks us, and even follows us into our dreams to torment us. In some cases, there are several things. These are our secret and semi-secret struggles; the internal battles we fool ourselves into thinking we are the only ones facing. Because we have faced our struggle for so long, we accept it as a part of life, knowing we will eventually overcome it, but not being shocked at its presence.
While we deal with our struggles, the temptation is to demonize the fights another person is facing...
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