When our kids were little it seemed all we did was clean up one mess after another. Spilled beverages at the dinner table...cluttered bedrooms...stained shirts...broken toys. Always something.
As they got older, the messes we had to clean up weren’t nearly as frequent but often a bit more challenging and time consuming. Out past curfew...strained relationships...grades...driving...dating.
They became adults...left home...got married...had children. Our days of cleaning up messes were over.
Think again, oh parents of three and grandparents of six.
Tonight we found ourselves in one of those “Mom, Dad, I need your help” kind of deals. It was a mess. Somebody needed to intervene and clean it up. We were GLAD she called. We did what was necessary without hesitation. We’ve learned that when there’s a mess, SOMEBODY needs to clean it up and if WE need to be those somebodies, so be it.
We thought it might be a bigger mess than it really was but we were prepared. We prayed. Others prayed. And one little mother thousands of miles from her precious son had to trust the unseen hands of her heavenly Father and the tried and tested hands of her momma and daddy. HE did not fail her. WE did not fail her.
We wish there weren’t messes but we all make them...no matter how old we are. And sometimes we can’t clean up our own messes.
So...that’s what God does for us. That’s what we do for our kids.
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