| Dedicated to my children | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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How many times have your kids laid that one on you? And how many times have you, as a parent, resisted the urge to tell them how much? Someday, when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a mother,I'll tell them: I loved you enough to bug you about where you were going, with whom, and what time you would get home. I loved you enough to insist you buy a bike with your own money that we could afford and you couldn't. I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover your handpicked friend was a creep. I loved you enough to make you return a Milky Way with a bite out of it to a drugstore and confess,"I stole this." I loved you enough to stand over you for 2 hours while you cleaned your bedroom, a job that would have taken me 15 minutes. I loved you enough to say"Yes, you can go to Disney World," on Mother's Day. I loved you enough to let you see anger, disappointment, disgust and tears in my eyes. I loved you enough to not make excuses for your lack of respect or your bad manners. I loved you enough to admit I was wrong and ask your forgiveness. I loved you enough to ignore what "every other mother" did or said. I loved you enough to let you stumble, fall, get hurt, and fail. I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your own actions, at 6,10 or 16. I loved you enough to figure you would lie about the party being chaparoned-but forgive you for it-after discovering I was right. I loved you enough to shove you off my lap, let go of your hand, be mute to your pleas, and insensitive to your demands-so that you had to stand alone. I loved you enough to accept you for what you are, not what I wanted you to be. But most of all, I loved you enough to say no when you hated me for it. That was the hardest part of all. Dear Abby-Author Unknown | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| HE'LL SEE THEM HOME | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Don't despair so of your children. God will bring them to the fold... Because He died to save them, They're special to the Lord. He knows how much you love them He loves them even more. As long as you hold on in prayer, He'll not close the door. Even now He sees your tears, And He whispers tenderly, Of love that conquered all... That all men might be free. So lay them at His altar, Let go and leave them there... God will be faithful to your trust, He won't withhold His care. His hand will ever nurture. No matter where they roam... And He won't be satisfied 'Til He sees them safely home. Joyce Henning | |||||||||||||||||||||||
| MY PRAYER | ||||||||||||||||||||||||
Father, help me. I've done everything I know to do, gone everywhere I know to go, talked to everyone I know to talk to, but, Lord, if You don't change me, I'm always going to be this way. | Amen
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