Parent’s Blessing

I remember my Dad telling me that “this was hurting him more than it was hurting me” as he was delivering a well-deserved spanking to me a disobedient child. I took issue with his statement back then, but when my kids needed punishment, those words came back to mean something to me. I did not like disciplining my children. It still hurts me to see the hurt. I want what is best for them 100% of the time.

I also learned from my parents that you never stop being a parent. No matter how hard I try, I get concerned with choices my kids still make, even as grow-ups. I will also drop things I’m doing if they need my help.

I came across a story of Jesus and parents. The title of the paragraph was “Jesus Blesses The Children”. My heart was drawn to what it must have been like as a parent meeting Jesus and having Him bless my kids. Check this out….

¹³ One day some parents brought their children to Jesus so he could lay his hands on them and pray for them. But the disciples scolded the parents for bothering him.

¹⁴ But Jesus said, “Let the children come to me. Don’t stop them! For the Kingdom of Heaven belongs to those who are like these children.” ¹⁵ And he placed his hands on their heads and blessed them before he left. (Matthew 19:14-15 NLT)

The children were blessed by Jesus, but it was the parents who made that story happen. I’m so thankful that I was able to introduce my children to Jesus. I meet Jesus often. I seek Him out because I want His Presence in my life. I don’t want to do anything without His Presence and without His blessing upon me. I’m accountable to Him. I listen to Him.

I love the part where the disciples “scold” the parents. As a parent, I wouldn’t have been super bothered by that because I’m on a mission for my kid to see Jesus.

Now that I’m a “Pop” to my grandchildren, it looks a bit different once again. I can still introduce them to Jesus for sure. My responsibilities are quite different though. I get to shower them with love, however I’m not the first line of responsibility when it comes to shaping them and even disciplining. I’m not afraid to discipline my little grands, but I do give them a bit more “room” and even a bit of “slack” than with my kids.

I still pray for the blessing of Jesus for my children, their children and their children’s children. I want my family for generations to come to know Jesus and to love Him. I want the favor of God upon my family. I am praying for His Blessing upon my family and my work today. I don’t want a day to go by in my life without the blessing and the Presence of God.

Pressing On!

Dwayne