"Do not be anxious about
anything, but in every situation, by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving,
present your requests to God. And he peace of God, which transcends all
understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus." -
Philippians 4:6-7
This has
been a very powerful passage for me these last 7 days. Last Thursday, my
wonderfully selfless mother in law left and I was alone with all four kids for
the first time. I was afraid, worried, anxious and scared things were going to
fall apart at the seam. I was terrified I wouldn't be able to handle the boys,
the house, and the girls. My biggest downfall is my insane ability to worry. I
worry about the littlest things even though I know my Savior is taking care of
me.
Prayer
has been, and will always be, my constant life line. I'm not as diligent as I
should be and there is always room for more prayer in my life. This week has
proved time and again what prayer can do. Jessie and I pray together every
night before going to sleep and it always seems to make the night with the
girls and the next day a little better.
This week
my prayers have been full of "help me" and "give me"
phrases as well as many "thank you" ones. I've needed a lot of help
this week but it wasn't the physical type of help one would assume. The help I
needed was with an inward struggle. A fierce battle I fight every day. I am
constantly doubting myself and my abilities. How am I supposed to feed and care
for newborn twins, play with my four year old, potty train my two year, tend to
all the house chores, cook the food and still have the energy to spend time
with my husband? Juggling four kids ages four and under, a house and a
husband is difficult but I can't imagine how difficult it would be without a
life line to God.
With all
that being said, here is the truth: My week alone at home with all four little
rugrats hasn't been too horrible. It hasn't been a cake walk either. I probably
sound insane but so far it has been much easier having all four kids than it
was when my second was born. He ate all the time, cried all the time and never
slept. We were living in a small two bedroom apartment and I was going through
some post pardon blues. Now, we are in a lovely house, the girls are
on a great schedule and my hormones are quite stable! I believe all of
this is because of God. He knows what our family can handle and has placed in
our care the most wonderful children. We are not perfect, far from it actually.
God doesn't expect us to be perfect. He expects us to stumble, fall and then
reach out our hands for him to catch us. Thankfully, he always does!
The boys
will be at my parent's this weekend and my goal while they are gone is to
prayer over them several times a day. We pray at meals with the boys and we
pray with them before bed but I want them to be able to talk to God anytime
they want. Not let prayer be a ritual before meals or bedtime. I believe the
best way to teach them to pray is to show them. I want my kids to have a
constant life line and use it whenever they need. While they are gone it will
be easier to start making a "habit" of praying for them during the
day. When they return we can pray together for each other, our choices
throughout the day, people we love or know who are having a hard time and our
attitude over all.
My
biggest prayer of all is that my kids have a relationship with Christ that outweighs
all others.
In Him,
Angie K
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