Linda Wood Rondeau, is my guest writer today. Linda writes Christian fiction as well as devotions. Today’s devotion is from her book, I Prayed for Patience/God Gave Me Children. To learn more about Linda and her writing, please visit Linda at her website: http://www.lindarondeau.com
GOD’S SERVER NEVER SHUTS DOWN
He also said, “This is what the kingdom of God is like. A man scatters seed on the ground. Night and day, whether he sleeps or gets up, the seed sprouts and grows, though he does not know how. All by itself the soil produces grain—first the stalk, then the head, then the full kernel in the head. As soon as the grain is ripe, he puts the sickle to it, because the harvest has come”
(Mark 4:26 – 29)
“Do you want any help after the baby’s born?” my mother asked. She knew. I didn’t. I was young and foolhardy.
“No, thank you. I can manage. After all, I’ve taken care of children my whole life.”
How could I have known the difference between caring for someone else’s child and my own?
Then they put this eight-pound challenge in my arms. “Congratulations,” the doctor said. “Get ready for twenty more years of tired.” I suppose he mistook my ashen panic for exhaustion.
As soon as I could get to a phone, I rethought Mother’s kind invitation and relinquished my stalwart independence. “Help! I am scared stiff!”
Wimps beware. Parenting is the ultimate endurance test where wit wins over strength. It takes more patience than conducting a science experiment, sculpting a masterpiece, or waiting for a fish to bite. It’s hard work.
Whenever I wilted under the heat of day-to-day stress, my own mother would wrap her encouraging arms around me. “Patience, Dear. Rome wasn’t built in a day and neither are children.”
Therein is the dilemma. Our culture allows us to experience immediate gratification as never before. Technological wonders provide the modern parent with near instantaneous solutions to problems our matriarchal ancestors solved with grit and common sense. Searching Web MD, Women’s Day, Parenting on Lind, or a myriad of search engines, information is but a click away.
Yet, no tome of knowledge can quiet a mother’s anxious heart when her child weeps. Nor can a computer wipe away a tear as efficiently as a parent’s hug. From the beginning of time most parents have managed to raise responsible children. The odds are in our favor. Even so, it’s nice to know we have help.
More dependable than the fastest wireless connection, God hears our confused cries before they are even uttered. “Do you need my help?” He asks.
“Every day in every way,” we answer
SHARING TIME: Good point, Linda. It’s so hard for most of us to admit we need help or that we’re weak, or that we’re scared. For me personally, I’ve been on a new medication for the past month and it’s really zapping my energy so…I’m learning how to say I can’t do that right now. It was hard to admit at first, but I’m learning…and I’m learning that God is with me every step of the way. What do you hate to admit you need help with? Any ideas to make it easier to admit?