I’m Not Enough For My Kids

I’ll be sharing with young moms this morning and tonight at First Baptist Concord. I’d appreciate your prayers. As I think of that, I’ll share something God laid on my heart several years ago—

I’m Not Enough For My Kids

What feels like a long time ago now, a squirmy, wet, beautiful, little creature was laid upon my belly, crying, filling his lungs with earth air.

My heart exploded with emotion because everything in me knew I had never loved another human being as much as I instantly loved this tiny angel.

My love for this person has only grown deeper by the day as it has for his brother and sister as well.

Yet, my love, nor any human love, will ever be the greatest love my children could ever know.

As the days have gone by, I have tried to anticipate every possible danger or discouragement coming their way; as well as seek out every opportunity for their good.

From strapping fighting toddlers in cars seats, to baking cookies for kindergarten birthday parties, to going over thousands of spelling lists, to washing dirty football uniforms over and over, to sitting on hard bleachers for hours, to driving to hundreds of piano lessons, to filling out college applications – I have tried to be there for my kids.

Yet, I know I will not always be able to be there for them, and one day they will walk this earth without me.

I have held their faces in my hands time and time again and told each of my children how proud I am of them. I have complimented and celebrated them for the things I have seen them do well.

Yet, my words of encouragement and affirmation will never be enough to be their lasting security and confidence.

I have relentlessly corrected and disciplined them over and over again. Often repeating the same things to eye rolls and groans, I have hoped my words of caution would spare them from pain.

Yet, I know I cannot always be there to whisper truth to them in moments of decision.

I have told them of a God who loves them even more than I do. I have pointed them to His Word and encouraged them that it is there they will find strength, direction, comfort and hope.

Yet, they see my faith fail; and my human words fall incredibly short of the words the Holy Spirit has for each of them when they seek Him on their own, or the words He will whisper to them in their deepest dark.

I know, as they grow, my ability to shelter my kids from mistakes and pain is dwindling. As they grow up and their time apart from me increases–so do the temptations around every corner.

For not only do my kids have a mom who cannot protect them from everything, they also have an enemy–a real enemy.

His plans are to rob, kill, and destroy. When they were small he seemed to take little notice of them; but now that they are older, I more clearly see that he is waging a very real war against them.

Yet, I cannot predict his next move or completely protect them no more than I can see the wars waging in the heavenlies over my kids.

Since they were born, my every thought has included, if not been consumed by my three children. When I say, I would die for my kids, I mean it. I don’t’ think I would even hesitate.

Yet, if I died for them, it wouldn’t be enough to save them for eternity.

I am not enough for my kids.

Yet, there is One who loves my children more than I do, and against Him the enemy has no power. He is always with them no matter where life takes them. He can always speak to them, and His Words are perfect and true. He is lasting hope, peace, and strength. He is real security in an insecure, evil world. His plans for them are exceedingly better than they (or their momma) could ask or imagine.

While I have failed my children, God has not and never will.

And even if my love for them and my actions towards my kids had been perfect – it would not be enough. It would never be enough.

For just like me, although my babies were born gasping for earth air, they were also born with souls longing to be satisfied by the Living, Most High God.

And for this reason… my greatest of prayers for the people I love so much that I hurt when they hurt and rejoice when they rejoice is that they will know (really know) the One who loves them more than me, Who left a throne in Heaven to die for them, Who has made a way for them in eternity, Who will guide their steps, Who will be their rock– their calm in the storm, their hope for tomorrow, their real joy no matter what life may bring….and Who will be there for them long after I’m home with Him.

And Who I (just like my kids) need every moment of every day until then…

And so, I’ll keep running to Him and His Word…for them and for me!

Because Only Jesus will ever be enough!

All Scripture is God-breathed and is useful for teaching, rebuking, correcting and training in righteousness so that the man of God may be thoroughly equipped for every good work. 2 Tim 3:16-17


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