A Mother’s Conversation with God

Compassionate Love: Displaying Compassion for Those Who Struggle with Mental Illness or Abuse  (c)2019 Nancy Virden, Always The Fight Ministries

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Jon and Tim are my children. They have never been considered a solution to my need or search for love. It was my job to parent them, not vice versa. In that sense, my relationships with them are the purest form of love I’ve experienced.

I think God had to wait until my kids were grown before I would understand his great love. One day 5 years ago, God and I had a conversation in prayer. 

He said, “ How did you see your newborns?”

“Oh, I saw their beauty,” I said.

“Why?” He added, “All they did was pee on you, throw up on your clothes, and did nothing for you but keep you up at night.”

“I saw beyond all that to my babies- my precious ones.”

He said, “And so I see the beauty in newborns too. Whether physically young or spiritually a new believer, I understand their limits. I understood your limits. What about when your boys were a little older and could say no? How did you see them then?“

“They needed protection because they were wandering into trouble without understanding”, I said. “I accepted and enjoyed them for the stage they were in.”

“Yes”, God agreed. “And do I not protect my young ones? Did not I protect you when you wandered into sin in ignorance?” 

“Yes, you did,” I said with gratitude. 

“Then what about when your children were a little older and mouthy and rebellious?”

I said, “I saw their potential. How far they could go was clear to me. I saw in them what they could not see in themselves. If I was faithful to train them lovingly and firmly they had a chance of becoming wise adults. It was fun watching them take steps toward maturity.”

“And so it is with me!” God said. “My knowledge of all that you are never fades. My discipline is for your good. I’m so very happy watching my sons and daughters draw closer to me through Jesus and become stronger in faith.”

God continued. “But Nancy, what about now when your grown sons are not living their lives in me as you hoped? How do you see them now?”

“The same beauty that was in those babies is in these big, scruffy men,” I said. “There is nothing they can do, nothing, to make the beauty and potential I see in them go away. If they choose to toss it aside, that will be very sad. I will rejoice when they return to you with fully surrendered hearts.”

Peacefully, God spoke again.  “Nancy. Do you see now?”

And I did!

God is holy, perfect in wisdom. There is no way a mere mortal, not even a mother, could ever love better than almighty God whose very nature is love.

Today’s Helpful Word  

Isaiah 49:14-16 (NIV)

“Can a mother forget the baby at her breast and have no compassion on the child she has borne? Though she may forget, I will not forget you! See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands…”   -God 

 

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NOTE:  I am not a doctor or mental health professional. I speak only from personal experiences with and observations of mental and behavioral health challenges.  In no way is this website intended to substitute for professional mental or behavioral health care.

If you are feeling suicidal, or concerned about someone who is, in the U.S. call the National Suicide Prevention Lifeline 1-800-273-TALK (8255), or for a list of international suicide hotlines, go here.

If you are suicidal with a plan, immediately call 911 in the U.S. or go to your nearest emergency room. (for international emergency numbers, go here ). Hope and help are yours!

 

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