SPARE THE ROD

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I find that I do not remember the minor happenings of my children’s early years as some mothers do.  I am not sure why.  My children probably had the chickenpox, but I don’t remember. And I didn’t save the first tooth they lost, and neither do I have a lock of hair from their sweet little heads. I remember being very frightened about taking care of my first born. I write of this only to assure young mothers that most babies who are loved by their mothers and  have no physical problems will grow to adulthood despite us.

When my son was a few days old he slept in a “basket” in front of the shelf where I placed the baby products…Vaseline, powder, swabs etc.  As I reached to get a diaper, I accidentally knocked the Vaseline bottle off onto his crib. He awoke startled and screaming, and I also began sobbing convinced that I had injured him for life.  Of course, my husband chose this moment to come home and found a sobbing young mother rocking his screaming, red faced infant son.

This was not the last time I accidentally hurt my son, but I remember it as the first time. I know I have hurt both my children physically and emotionally. Hurting our children always brings us pain. Emotional hurts bring even more pain than physical hurts. Spare the rod and spoil the child seems so outdated and yet God offered this wisdom in the book of Proverbs. (Proverbs 13:24)

Society has come away from this admonition because many people have abused this idea as the world does many of God’s instructions.  A child can be raised without any physical punishment and become a fine, upstanding young adult; however, the generations before us who used the Lord’s method of punishment are not to be scoffed at.  Loving physical reproofs, loving smacks in the proper places are not to be taken lightly as an excellent form of punishment.  My husband says that sometimes it is the best method for getting the child’s attention to help the child realize a problem exists.

Countless people are against physical discipline and that opinion deserves respect. Because each child has a God-given distinct personality, it is necessary to choose the discipline to fit the child. For some children, a gentle reproof is enough, for others getting their attention with a gentle hand in the right area is needed.

Do not withhold discipline from a child; if you punish them with the rod, they will not die. Proverbs 13:24

NOTE TO READER: This blog post is an excerpt from the book I am writing now. At this point,it is entitled THREAD OF LOVE, but that may change. I hope to finish this winter and will try to post a few more examples. Let me know in comments below how you responded to this.

REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE

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     “Remember who you are” It woke me! Not that I was asleep, but I do gather my own thoughts at times when my minister is talking.  He does preach a meaningful sermon, but I have heard many of these admonishments for countless years. Not that I don’t need to hear them repeated, but sometimes I go off in my own thoughts.  However, his rather quiet and yet strong voice echoed in my mind. REMEMBER WHO YOU ARE!

I reached for my phone. I had used my Bible app to read the Scripture for the day, so it was close by. I quickly typed the words into my memory list. Now it is Monday, and I am still hearing those words.  I begin to question myself.  Who am I really?I know who I want to be and who I think I am, but what does that really mean?         “Remember”…have I forgotten who I am. I begin to think through this admonishment.

  I want to be known as a Christian woman, but have I modeled that in this past week. I examine my recent actions, my speech and my thoughts. I realize I sometimes forget who I am.

   I want to be the wife I promised to be sixty-five years ago. My sharp answers yesterday and the impatient way I answered a request did not reflect the speech of a “loving” wife. Sometimes I forget who I am.

  I want to be a mother and grandmother and mother-in-law my family can depend on. I want each of them to know I pray for them. I want them to always know I am available for them. I wonder if I was too busy this week for that to happen. Sometimes I forget who I am

    I want to be known as a Friend who cares, but I forgot to call my friend who missed Bible study.  I disregarded my friend who had some trouble with her children. She tried to talk with me, but I hurried on. And then the young mother who was struggling with life in general, and I knew it, but didn’t really want to get involved right now.  I forgot to pray for her, and I said I would. Sometimes I forget who I am.

As I think about this today, I realize that it’s okay if I forget who I am. Jesus knows, and His Holy Sprit reminds me who my Father is and how He loves me. As my earthly father forgave me, my Heavenly Father is even more forgiving and loving.  I remember whose child I am and that is enough.

PRAYER FOR TODAY:  Father, I am so glad you are my Father, and that I can know you love me and forgive me through each day. I sometimes forget who I am, but I know you will give me strength and courage to go on and be the woman you want me to be.  Thank you for that. Thank you for loving me enough to send Jesus to die for me even though I am not worthy. I pray in His holy name. Amen