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Lesson Learned

I had a hard time as a mom last week. I was hearing and see things happen in the lives of my children that hurt my heart.

It seemed that each child would come to me with a story of what was said or done to them. It seemed that they only remembered these things at bedtime. So after they spoke of it and were tucked in they went to sleep. I on the other hand, was awake thinking about their feelings and their thoughts.

After prayer God spoke to my heart, urged me to follow up on what they had told me and what had led up to the events that happened.

It turns out that the events really weren't as bad as they seemed. In a couple of instances they had provoked the behavior.

OH MY GOODNESS!!

So today I am offering a bit of advice. Before you spend a night awake and hurting for your child because a friend has done something wrong to them. Ask for the whole story. If I had asked for the whole story my Thursday morning would have been much better. Now, some things happened that were wrong. They weren't provoked or in anyway justified. Because you know what, bad behavior is never justified!! And another bit of advice. Pray! Had I prayed that night, God would have eased my mind. Just like he eased it when I asked Him to Thursday morning. God is good ALL the time, whether we see it or not.


Julie

Comments

Anonymous said…
Julie, why are you so very wise ?
Please tell me I had a little something to do with that.

Also, you story reminds me of the time I went to Tony Fisher for being mean to Abby....Only to find of that the Abster had called Young Tony a "WHOPPER" of a name !
Anonymous said…
Julie, why are you so very wise ?
Please tell me I had a little something to do with that.

Also, you story reminds me of the time I went to Tony Fisher for being mean to Abby....Only to find of that the Abster had called Young Tony a "WHOPPER" of a name !

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