It struck me recently that one day I will have to let my kids go. I will have to turn them loose, say goodbye, watch them live their lives from a distance- not literally, I hope, but figuratively. How, friends, how can I let them go?
In the mean time, I have a duty to teach my kids right from wrong, left from right, love from hate, up and down, war and peace, chocolate and vanilla. (Always go for chocolate, dear babies.) It scares me to think of my tiny kids out in this world with Satan and his henchmen throwing firey darts at their baby hearts. He wants them. He wants to take them down. He wants them to die. If he can't have me, then he'll take them. If he gets them, he could ruin me. See how much motivation he has? See why he will be relentless, hard and cruel, fighting for the lives of my children?
The pastor spoke yesterday about the armor of God and how we can't do battle against Satan without it. My two year old doesn't yet have this armor. Neither does my baby girl. But picture this: I stand to one side with my shield and sword, Tony stands to the other side with his shield and sword, the church is on another side with a shield and sword, our families on the last side with their shields and swords - my kids are completely surrounded, covered on all sides, shielded from every angle. Thank God for all this protection for my dear ones! As they learn and grow and as their armor grows strong and sturdy as they mature, they will one day be equiped to fight their own battles, but until then, Tony and I {together} will shield them from the evil of this world. And maybe one day, a looooong time from now, I'll be able to let go. Because I know they will leave my home dressed for battle.
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