Your hands, Your feet

Just when I needed it, a woman walked up, tapped my shoulder, and gave me a gentle reminder, a small word of encouragement to keep me pressing on to the ultimate goal…

Salvation…

I have been in daily prayer for my children… especially these past few weeks… Not just the type of prayer that you do at meals and bedtime, but the minute by minute prayer… The constant dialogue for strength and endurance..... The type of strength that it takes to combat the difficult demands of parenting a preschooler… I have been ending my day with left-over’s, my mind has been wrestling with the days happenings; what I should have done or what I could have done… The anxiety of my skills leaves me paralyzed… Do I have what it takes to do this right?

I pray for my anxiety….

I pray for direction…

I look for a light that will surround the answer… To be an immediate fix to a difficult 3 year old.. An instantaneous transformation… You, God, can do that…. Please reveal to me what will work… What will make the screaming and whining come to an end?

Then I get a tap…

“It is nice to see a mother who is raising her children in the Lord…” the woman says….

Wow!!!!!!

Thank you God!

I know You sent her… I know You are using her to be Your hands and feet… The light You are revealing to me is not an instant fix, but instead a reminder to press on… To keep the course… To lean on You! My instant fix will come with Your return…… Sin will be no more… and You alone will transform….. Give me the guidance to show who You are, to be Your hands and Your feet… In your time… I will wait….

I say a prayer of thanksgiving, for you always answer….

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