1 Samuel 1:24-28
24 After he was weaned, she took the boy with her, young as he was, along with a three-year-old bull,an ephahof flour and a skin of wine, and brought him to the house of the Lord at Shiloh. 25 When the bull had been sacrificed, they brought the boy to Eli, 26 and she said to him, “Pardon me, my lord. As surely as you live, I am the woman who stood here beside you praying to the Lord. 27 I prayed for this child, and the Lord has granted me what I asked of him. 28 So now I give him to the Lord. For his whole life he will be given over to the Lord.” And he worshiped the Lord there.
My oldest daughter turns 21 today. As I reflect on the magnitude of being a mother for 21 years, 21 years out of 36 that is, it’s no wonder I don’t remember being a child. As far back as 8 years old, I really thought of myself as a grown women. When a young girl is used for and exposed to the pleasures of others sin, her purpose becomes corrupted.
Here’s the reality though, I still had choice. Yes, I had been damaged and negatively affected by the sins of many. At some point though, I began to make sinful choices that greatly affected my children negatively. All the bottled rage and corrupted thinking really became embedded deep within. I bought into the Enemy’s lies. I thought those things were just a part of who I was.
The truth is that I was not born with rage or low self worth. Those were character traits that developed as a result of him (Satan). I spent many years on a roller coaster of emotions. I went from feeling like I either didn’t matter or just feeling sorry for myself. I had three young children who took the ride with me. The craziest thing was I wouldn’t trust God with my children. I would voice my fears, “how can I trust God with my children, my mom trusted Him with me as a child and look what happen?” See how twisted my thought process became? My kids needed protection from me and my crazy life. They didn’t even belong to me, they are really on loan so to speak.
Once God put together all my broken pieces and exposed the enemies’ lies, I surrendered myself and them to Him. It is definitely a hard thing to do; it feels like our kids belong to us. We are supposed to protect them and we want what is best for them. Do we trust that God knows what that is? Do we base success on God’s word or the world’s ideas? Samuel’s mother had only one son. As soon as he was weaned she gave him to the priest, dedicating him to God. That is where her son was raised. Wow, could I do that?
What if God calls my child/children into ministry half way across the world, somewhere dangerous? What if God calls my child/children back home at a young age? Let’s start with something smaller, what if my family can’t go to church because of my kid’s sports? What am I doing to show my family that nothing is more important than their relationship with God? What or who comes first in our lives? We are to “train our children in the ways of the Lord, and when they are old they will not turn from it.” –Proverbs 22:6
What have you or will you instill in your child about the Lord. Will He be an important part of their well balanced, happy lives? Or will He be the air they breathe, the reason they live and their very foundation?
Happy Birthday Tasia, I praise God that you have a personal relationship with Him. I am so proud of you for getting back up each time you fall. I know you struggle, but all Christians struggle. Keep on fighting the good fight! Remember the war has already been won and you will never be in battle alone.