A Different Kind of Parent

I’ve heard Beth Moore say on several occasions that becoming a parent was the most soul-baring, soul-invasive event that she has ever experienced. I think she even talked about how “exposed” she felt as a new mom.

I can’t really relate to that. I’m not even really sure what she’s talking about. Maybe I’m just not that deep.

But I have experienced the raw difficulty of parenting. In fact, I would easily say that raising my two children (and they’ve been relatively “easy” children) has been the hardest task I’ve ever been assigned. Hands down. In fact, I’m finding that some of the most difficult parts have occurred in these last few years of parenting as my children enter into adulthood and prepare to fly the coop.

Parenting is tough.

• It means my kid sometimes won’t get to do what other kids are doing.
• It means I’ll make some unpopular decisions.
• It means I’ll look awfully old-fashioned.
• It means I’ll take the time to talk about spiritual things with my children, oh my!
• It means I’ll spend more time on my knees and in the Bible and less time in magazines, talk shows, and self-help books.
• And it means my prayers won’t be for my children’s comfort or happiness so much as they will be for their growth and holiness.

So the question I ask myself today is, “Where would I fall in a similar list of women if God were to put my name into His holy script? Would it be said of me, ‘and Kay walked with God?'”

What about you?

Here’s what I do know. God liked it that Enoch walked with Him. He liked it that Noah walked with Him too. He blessed them. He chose them for unique things. He did good works in their lives. I want that. Don’t you?