Trust, pray, wait. Teaching kids that is harder than the moves for doing the bunny ear tie or crossing the street with “stop, look, nothing coming.” I teach them to pray and have faith by example. Yes, I can back my point of view with scripture. I’m also a living testimony, either from my younger days or we’ve walked through it together as a family.
Still, I find myself feeling really anxious as they wait on the Lord. I guess I want so much for them and I feel like God has gifted them, each with a special purpose. And I feel like a child ever curious about how things will unfold. I think about what opportunities will come there way; what passions they will discover; who will cross their path; what turning points await…
I don’t know, maybe my teaching is just fine. Maybe they are actually better at trusting, praying and waiting than I am. Maybe I’m the one who has a revved up motor. To be a mom, waiting and trusting for three kids, a husband, myself and the family as a whole. It’s heavy.
It’s not that life is at a standstill. Everyday, it unfolds. I watch my family move forward. Everyday we all see the wheels of God’s plan turn. Not a day goes by that we don’t see light and blessings. I am like a little girl, watching and listening to see what unfolds.
I know the little daily nuggets should be enough. Truly, I feel deeply grateful for all that the Lord gives us each day. As I teach my children, I believe that God is teaching me. Lord, set the pace in my spirit. Slow me down. Show me how to trust, pray and wait.