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Sometimes, I wonder. Do I ever really learn what God is trying to show me. Or do I keep going round and round over the same mistakes I've made before, and if I do, WHY?
I think I realized, (think I have, in the last 5 minutes), the reason why I repeat the same mistake (I'm thinking of one in particular), is because I have convinced myself that my input, knowledge, wisdom, (all bs really), is going to make a difference.
And yeah, it does. But not for the good. My input is rarely needed, often rejected and rightfully so.
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Blue Eyes and I have raised wonderful, caring, thoughtful, considerate, polite people. They are hard working, love each other, and God. They all know Jesus and for this, I am eternally grateful. At a very young age, their sweet little hearts were understanding of the love of Jesus, his sacrifice for them.
So why do I butt in with all I think, wish for, and feel I can control? My conclusion, stupidity. Motherly stupidity. Our children hear from God. I know this. I've seen this. I need to learn to trust this.
Trust Him.
Trust Him.
Trust Him.
My mothers heart is so very proud of who our peeps are turning out to be. The time I have had with them in their growing up years when I was blessed with being able to stay home with them, love on them, teach them, nurture them...
Now, I must, must, must, let go some and trust God to do what I know He will faithfully do with our, I mean His peeps.
Because after all, they do belong to Him. I am only their mum. A gift I must remember not to take and run with.
Its all so very good, and my mothers heart is more grateful then I could possibly express.
Hugs from Maine