Two Lessons Learned
Lesson number one....Cast all your cares on Him, for He cares for you: He will never let the righteous fall (Psalm 55:22)
I've been overly worried about Samuel and Anya. I've been working and pressing to really look after their needs, keep them safe, make sure they have fun, and are protected. But I found out tonight I'm actually worrying about them too much. I haven't let God be in control of their safety. Tonight, I got up after supper, and felt the stress through a good heart palpatation. It didn't hurt, but it forced me to lie down, get some quick rest, and realize I was not letting God control the anxieties in my life. I have to trust the Lord to protect them, and to point out when He needs me to act to protect them. Yes, I will protect them, but worrying has not helped me. Worrying means I'm looking at my resources to protect them from everything. Only God can protect them from everything.
Lesson number two..."And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his purpose" (Romans 8:28). Tonight in Maidan, a loud concert, so loud that the sound is booming through our windows, and keeping Samuel up after his bedtime. He gets up and out of the room one, two, and then three times. Like a person who hasn't read anything, I'm thinking he is just like my biological kids, that he is pushing my buttons. So I bring him back to bed, and I say in a firm voice, "Samuel, Chas Spat", which is russian for bedtime! He begins to wail, and at first, I'm thinking all is well, just like the biological kids. Error. These kids are too wounded for such lousy default parenting. I had to go in and tell him Papa was wrong, and stroked his head until he stopped crying. The thud, thud, thud of the music pounds on and Samuel points to the window. He doesn't like it. I have portable IPOD stereo, and God cause me to consider playing selections from Taylor Swift. Sure enough, he could hear Taylor and not the thudding music, and he began to yawn. But he wasn't sleeping yet.
God made it clear to me again Samuel needed more. So I got up into his bed, and laid next to him. He immediately gets up, and lays down on Papa face first, and within two minutes top, he is out cold. He needs Papa...he needs Mama. He needs to hear our heartbeats, and hear our breathing, and if it weren't for that hideous loud rock music keeping my kids awake, I would have missed it utterly. Lord forgive me!!!
Samuel hasn't had these things. As he was laying on me, my heart could not comprehend what my mind was telling me. He has missed these things, and I was not getting the message. My final prayer is one that makes me sad each time I think about it. I prayed for his and Anya's biological parents. I cannot imagine why anyone would do what was done to these kids. But I am who I am because Jesus saved me. I need to pray for them, for their salvation. Apart from Jesus saving me, I'm no different. What an amazing savior I have!!
I've been overly worried about Samuel and Anya. I've been working and pressing to really look after their needs, keep them safe, make sure they have fun, and are protected. But I found out tonight I'm actually worrying about them too much. I haven't let God be in control of their safety. Tonight, I got up after supper, and felt the stress through a good heart palpatation. It didn't hurt, but it forced me to lie down, get some quick rest, and realize I was not letting God control the anxieties in my life. I have to trust the Lord to protect them, and to point out when He needs me to act to protect them. Yes, I will protect them, but worrying has not helped me. Worrying means I'm looking at my resources to protect them from everything. Only God can protect them from everything.
Lesson number two..."And we know that God causes all things to work together for good to those who love God, to those who are called according to his purpose" (Romans 8:28). Tonight in Maidan, a loud concert, so loud that the sound is booming through our windows, and keeping Samuel up after his bedtime. He gets up and out of the room one, two, and then three times. Like a person who hasn't read anything, I'm thinking he is just like my biological kids, that he is pushing my buttons. So I bring him back to bed, and I say in a firm voice, "Samuel, Chas Spat", which is russian for bedtime! He begins to wail, and at first, I'm thinking all is well, just like the biological kids. Error. These kids are too wounded for such lousy default parenting. I had to go in and tell him Papa was wrong, and stroked his head until he stopped crying. The thud, thud, thud of the music pounds on and Samuel points to the window. He doesn't like it. I have portable IPOD stereo, and God cause me to consider playing selections from Taylor Swift. Sure enough, he could hear Taylor and not the thudding music, and he began to yawn. But he wasn't sleeping yet.
God made it clear to me again Samuel needed more. So I got up into his bed, and laid next to him. He immediately gets up, and lays down on Papa face first, and within two minutes top, he is out cold. He needs Papa...he needs Mama. He needs to hear our heartbeats, and hear our breathing, and if it weren't for that hideous loud rock music keeping my kids awake, I would have missed it utterly. Lord forgive me!!!
Samuel hasn't had these things. As he was laying on me, my heart could not comprehend what my mind was telling me. He has missed these things, and I was not getting the message. My final prayer is one that makes me sad each time I think about it. I prayed for his and Anya's biological parents. I cannot imagine why anyone would do what was done to these kids. But I am who I am because Jesus saved me. I need to pray for them, for their salvation. Apart from Jesus saving me, I'm no different. What an amazing savior I have!!
What a wonderful blessing to have him so close and see what a simple thing like laying down next to him can accomplish, for both of you. Thank you Lord for these children. Good job papa.
ReplyDeleteThanks Dave for sharing God's life lesson that I and I'm sure others benefit from. I 2nd Nellie's Good job papa!
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