To be born again
As my child approaches his teenage years, I am starting to worry about whether he will continue to believe in all that I have taught him, or whether he will discard them all, and choose another way of thinking.
We got the boys to point to the year of their birth.
Oh boy, has it been so many years?
The signs are there. He is not as compliant, he asks more ‘Whys’, and he says more ‘Nos’. I find my little boy slowly becoming a stranger.
Today as I was talking to him, I had a revelation. This is what I told him.
“Before you turn thirteen, you are under our spiritual covering and protection. You willingly obey us, you trust us completely, and do what we tell you to do, because you are still a child, and your obedience is a form of protection for you.
As you grow older, you will want to make your own decisions, and do things your own way. That’s alright, that’s natural and papa and mama want you to be able to do that.
But what that means is that you need to be connected to God yourself. This is so that you can make the right decisions. If you want to walk out of our protection, you need to find your own.
Mama knows, and you can trust me, that it is very scary making decisions without God’s wisdom. There are some days when I am confused, I don’t know what to do, and I know that it’s because, God’s wisdom and His presence is not with me”
He looked at me, seemingly understanding what I said, but I believe that he is still deciding whether to accept this counsel, the way he had done in the past. I felt the beginning of the end of a season in my life and a change in my relationship with my child.
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At that moment, I had a sense, that I am pregnant again, that I had to re-birth my child, into the new stage of his life.
I don’t know whether this realisation came too late, and that I have been too complacent over my understanding of my child.
But I have once been told, and I believe it – that it is never too late. So long as there is life, there is always hope.
I know that I must go through this period of gestation, and go through the labour pains again.
May he be birthed with a new heart – an adult, mature heart – yet as pure as a child’s.
This post really spoke to my heart and you have a gift with words. The “revelation” you had would be words I will say to my children too, just that you say it better.
Thanks Eileen! That is very kind of you 🙂 I am sure you will say it just as well, if not better. Indeed, parenting is so interesting. The children are always changing, so we have got to be always changing too 🙂