When I was on a morning run this summer, I found a crawfish crawling towards a very busy road. I thought, “I’ll just grab it by the tail and relocate it to the pond so it won’t become a tattoo on someone’s tire.” I had no idea how quick and vicious a little crawfish could be. That little sucker nearly had my pinky finger for breakfast. Next, I tried with a bucket to scoop it up and relocate it, but it fought and fought and dug itself down into the earth, snapping its pincers at me. I looked down at that fiery, red crustacean and muttered, “Fine! Crawl to your death if you want!” and left. I can give up on a crawfish. I can’t give up on my kids.
I was enjoying worshipping the Lord in song this Sunday when a chubby, brown arm came into my field of vision. Carliss Grace, my 2-year-old, was raising her little arm up towards heaven as I held her. She was mimicking what she has seen me do so many times before while riding on my hip during service at church. The significance of it struck me. Continue reading “Influencing Your Children”
“Let the beloved of the Lord rest secure in him, for he shields him all day long, and the one the Lord loves rests between his shoulders.” ~Dueteronomy 33:12