Maybe you're a mother, a daughter, a sister. Maybe you're a woman... all three. But there may come a day when you realize that the child you raised is not unpacking all the godly goodness you recall packing away in her childhood.
You raised her in church. You spoke of God and His faithfulness. You prayed for and with her... but clearly never enough. How can you ever pray over your child enough? You sent her to summer camp where she came home encouraged and excited about God.
But now she is on her own, surrounded by the world and no longer chooses God for herself. So a spirit of condemnation falls upon you, telling you that you're not enough; that you failed as a mother.
That's been my story. Until the Forgotten Father told me that it was His story as well. right up to the point of condemnation. For our God cannot be condemned. He cannot take blame. For He never walked away from us... even when we walk away from Him, time and time again. And yet, He graciously takes us back, forgiven and complete because of the sacrifice of Jesus on the cross.
It never fails to surprise me what a gift it is to be a parent... when I can see it as a connection to how God in some ways must see us, His children. But this new insight falls fresh today. This new grace gives me room to breathe today. It lifts this burden off my soul.
I do not desire that anyone be far from God. So I continue to pray daily for my children and their restoration to wholeness; their lives to be filled with blessing. But through that time, I no longer need to receive condemnation. For I did what I could, and whatever I lacked in the past... is past. I can only press on toward eternity knowing my Father is not forgotten by me. For I am a child of God!
from my heart...
I write as an overflow... an expression of my true love for God and with a deep desire to encourage others in their day to day lives. For we can only find peace, joy, and satisfaction when we yield to the One who yielded His life for us.