Have you given God your life? If you have that also means we’ve given Him the authority to choose what we need to be taught… and how long those lessons take. Here’s why it’s worth submitting in the process.
Did you know the words you speak over your children have the potential to shape their future, they have the possibility of creating things in their life that might never happen otherwise, what you speak matters! xx
So I thought I’d give this whole vlogging thing a try 🙂 Not quite as well polished as I’d like but with a spare 5 minutes while my daughter was napping here are my thoughts on my latest blog post – Is Your Breakthrough One Step Away.
God speaks, you might be surprised by this if you don’t go to church but it’s true. Christianity is not a dead religion, it’s a very real relationship and as with all relationships there has to be interaction, there’s conversation. God speaks to us in so many ways but one way is by showing us a picture of something, a symbolic image if you like.
Well, I’m going to share with you something He showed me a month back which has changed the way myself and my husband raise our children. I saw a seed, a tiny seed in the ground, He said to me in that seed there is the potential for life or death. The words we speak over it, are the words which give that seed the power to live (and prosper) or die. What we speak, matters!
You’re suffering and you need answers, desperate for a breakthrough. You’ve been faithful, you’ve prayed, shouted, cried, persevered and still nothing. Does God even hear, does He care? Of course He does but why hasn’t he answered, why are you still suffering? Sometimes we can feel this way and like nothing is happening but what if your breakthrough is within your reach, just a few steps away!
Parenthood is full of seasons, many good, others hard and we can feel stuck in them for what seems like an eternity and yet suddenly in a moment they have passed. One such season is that of discipline. Over the last few years we have seen particular seasons where discipline has been needed more than others. Times where it seemed our son was testing the boundaries at almost every opportunity, where behaviour was less than angelic, and we have had to be stricter. It can begin to feel like it will never end and then in a moment the behaviour improves, they learn, move on and mature.
But sometimes we can forget that God also disciplines us. Punishes us, NO! But disciplines us – allowing us to walk through things in order to learn something important, yes! Are you stuck in a season of discipline right now?
Someone once told me that when writing a blog post you need to be real; people like real stories, with real emotions. Why read it unless it resonates, why write it unless it’s real. I always try to be honest in my posts, to share from the heart and tonight is no different. When I started writing this it was tinged with sadness as my Nan had passed away only that morning. Sadness and yet also joy fill my heart as I remember her. I write this as much for me as anyone else. I want to remember our final moments together. My memories of my Nan.
There’s a room in our house which has to be my favourite, we call it our snug. It used to be a dining room, then a TV room, and now it just has two chairs and a bookcase in it. It almost feels like this room has no purpose and yet I love to be in it. It’s one of the warmest and quietest rooms and it’s the place I go when I want to sit and read, or pray, or worship Jesus. I love this room, just me & Him in that quiet place, with the doors closed and no interruptions. But I got to thinking recently, am I doing an injustice to my children by doing this? How do they see, how do they know, really know what it’s like if I don’t show them?
Life can be busy. No doubt about that. I don’t know your story but I know mine. Family health issues, busyness around the home, general commitments and a constant battle to try and squeeze in time for so many things that seem important. Our days can be so cram packed that at the end of it all, we can look back and realise we haven’t even uttered a single prayer for our kids. It doesn’t matter you think, they seem fine, I’ll pray tomorrow. But what if our passivity is one of the greatest enemies of this generation, and possibly one of the things that could impact our children more than anything? What if what you do today could change their future forever?
I’ve always loved Christmas. It’s those traditions, those memories, the cosy evenings, it’s the most nostalgic time of year by far. My parents always did such a great job of making it special, we didn’t have loads of money, we didn’t go on those fancy outings that have become an almost expected requirement these days, but to me it was perfect.
When I look back on Christmas as a child there are things that stand out. Little traditions that we had each year. Not big events but little things that created that magic that I long to give to my children.