For those of you who donโt know, I am an adopted mother of two beautiful girls. When I first got them, we used to do Bible activities every Friday night. Weโd read one chapter together then get crafty. Sometimes they were my own ideas, sometimes they were suggestions Iโd found, but always we made sure to have a tangible product that could be displayed. (See pictures below)ย
Well, my youngest one was usually content to spend time with me. Even if she didnโt stay on track, she just really enjoyed the family time. My older one usually complained her whole way through it. In fact, they both really rushed through, making it feel like I was giving them chores. โIs this enough? Do I have to do more? โฆโย
So I stopped for a while. Of course, we still spent family time but not doing that and probably not activities that were as interactive. Well, guess what? My oldest one started complaining. She missed doing it. Canโt win for losing, right?ย
We did it again one night. They didnโt complain as much.
The big complaint that night was that we were doing it on the wrong night. Again, canโt win for losing, right? I realized, though, the value of that time spent together: the tangible keepsakes, the lessons learned, the family bonding, the loving attention, the memories embodying all that. Weโve all heard that parenting isnโt always the easy choice. What strikes me and what I love about this experience is how it was the kids who came back and essentially said to me, โMom, be a parent like that again. I know I act like I donโt like itโฆ but do it anyway.โย ย
I think often weโre all like kids in that sense. Maybe we donโt want to do it the right way and we pout and kick and scream against God for all His rules. But take that structure away and weโre lost, craving the comfort and serenity of His omniscient guidance.ย
In a stroke of irony, the story we did tonight was Noahโs ark. If ever someone had reason to kick and scream against Godโs orders, it was probably Noah โ tasked with building a gigantic rowboat for an upcoming Storm of the Millenium-and-Then-Some. Can you imagine the huge sigh of relief Noah expelled looking around at his family, safe & dry on that rowboat on Day 40 of the rain?ย
โ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฎ๐ช๐ต ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ธ๐ข๐บ ๐ต๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐๐ฐ๐ณ๐ฅ; ๐ต๐ณ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ช๐ฏ ๐๐ช๐ฎ ๐ข๐ฏ๐ฅ ๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฅ๐ฐ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด: ๐๐ฆ ๐ธ๐ช๐ญ๐ญ ๐ฎ๐ข๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ณ๐ช๐จ๐ฉ๐ต๐ฆ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ด ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ธ๐ข๐ณ๐ฅ ๐ด๐ฉ๐ช๐ฏ๐ฆ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฅ๐ข๐ธ๐ฏ, ๐บ๐ฐ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ท๐ช๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ช๐ค๐ข๐ต๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ ๐ญ๐ช๐ฌ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ฏ๐ฐ๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ฅ๐ข๐บ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฏ.โ ๐๐ด๐ข๐ญ๐ฎ 37: 5-6