It looks like a tornado just went through our house.
The floor is scattered from one corner to the other with building blocks and little cars and tiny plastic figures. I told my son yesterday that our house is a perpetual mess lately. And he looks at me and says, “Out with it, Mom, you mean it’s a pigpen.”
And I feel like my week has been a little bit like that (not the pigpen, the tornado) as we’ve been trying to launch our new venture. We’ve been thinking about making and selling these incredible wooden planks for a while, and on the spur of the moment decided to get things together in time for Christmas (because these really are the best Christmas gift we’ve ever given). So there’s been a frenzy of website work, photo-taking, shipping calculating, and answering questions.
The boys have been really great about it and not even complained when dinner was burnt for the 3rd (or was it 4th time). Or when I pulled them away from school to babysit or build something really neat for a photo for our new webpage. Well, I’ll be honest, what boy would complain about that?
Well all this frenzy has caused me to really think about some things.
Like how sometimes the only difference between a dream and reality is courage. The courage to jump into something with both feet, give it all you have, and leave the outcome to God.
Like how important it is to nurture creativity in the lives of our children. We are all created in God’s image and He is the Great Creator. Children are born naturally curious with a desire to explore and create, but so often the environment that we surround them with stifles that creativity.
So let’s give our children the freedom to play, and explore, and make messes. Let’s not schedule the creativity right out of them. (Don’t get me wrong, I love making schedules. It’s sticking to them that’s the problem.)
Let’s not take the easy way out with more screen time. (I know, it’s a temptation sometimes.)
And let’s not forget the most important thing of all- prayer.
God has a plan for them. He has given them unique gifts and interests for a purpose.
I look at my thoughtful, studious oldest son; my inventive, hands-on second son; my observant, detail-oriented third born; my math-loving youngest son; and at my little adventurous daughter, and I wonder what great plans God has for them.
And I pray that we, as parents, could recognize their interests and encourage them in them, and yet realize that God is not limited by our mistakes.
I pray that they would use those gifts for God’s glory. That they could be the next generations strong leaders, inventive missionaries, gifted writers, skilled doctors, devoted fathers and husbands, and supportive wives and mothers that this world so badly needs.
And I pray that God would give them the courage to dream big and pursue whatever path He has in store for them. For I know God has raised up each one of them, as he raised up Esther, “for such a time as this.”