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Releasing

I have had a few people share with me that they have been unable to post comments.  I know this can be confusing, but this site is set up for the approval of comments before posting.  This keeps vulgarity ect. off of the site.  So for anyone who has sent comments saying “testing” or “I can’t leave a comment”, please know that I have received your comments.

I would also like to assure everyone that the last post was about late teen or grown children.  So please do not pack up little preschool Susie’s or elementary school Johnny’s stuff and send them out to play with the pigs. Also, keep in mind, that releasing our late teen or grown children does not always mean a severing of all contact; for if we set healthy boundaries and keep from enabling, we can continue to express love to our prodigals and spend time with them, while still providing the opportunity for them to hit bottom. For the goal in releasing is not to severe relationship, nor for our children to take up permanent residence with us (No thank you!).  Instead, the goal in releasing our children is to allow them to come to the “end of themselves” so they can move into the abundant life that God has for them.

Have a blessed day as you keep in mind the prayer a friend of mine shared recently for her wandering daughter. It is the cry of my heart for my children as well as for myself.

“Lord, open the eyes of my heart!”

Picnicking with the Pigs

After I wrote ” Let Them Fall”, I went to bed thinking about the prodigal son.The illustration in Luke 15 of the father running to and embracing His wayward son touches the heart of any parent; but it becomes the heart cry of parents of prodigals, as day after day, and year after year, they wait for their loved ones to return in heart and soul.

 Thus, I believe that studying the parable of the prodigal helps us not only gain insight of the depth of God’s love, but also gives wisdom for handling our own prodigals.

 Let’s take a minute and look at the roles of the father and the son.

  The Part of the Son

1.  Although the son has access to everything of the fathers, he demands his inheritance and leaves the loving environment of his Father’s home. In-other-words… in being blinded by pride and selfishness, he demands what he thinks will fulfill his fleshly desires and takes off.

2.  The son wastes all his fortune on riotous living…He parties hard.

3.  The son begins to be in want…His flesh is not being fulfilled anymore.

4.  The son gets hungry…He is empty, needing to be filled

5.  The son ends up in a pig pen…He hit’s bottom.

6.  The son comes to himself….Ah Hah!

7.  The son gets up and goes back to his father…there is the trampoline 

        ….  bounce! (read the last post)

8.  The son returns willing to serve…the son comes back repentant and humble.

        II.  The Part of the Father

1.  The father gives the son part of his livelihood…provides an opportunity for the son to learn and releases him (note…the father does not beg or bargain…he just releases.

2.  The father waits…he does not try to rescue or spare his son from         consequences.

3.  The father welcomes…He does not pull out a list of “I told you so’s.”  He just embraces his repentant son and delights in his return.

4.  The father elevates…he gives his son best and shows him honor.

If you are a parent of a prodigal, my heart goes out to you.  I’ve been there…still am.  May the Lord give you wisdom for your specific situation as you release, and wait, while your precious child comes to the end of himself.

If you are a prodigal, I pray that you will realize that God loves you and adores you and is ready to welcome you home.

Have a blessed day!

Let Them Fall

Let him fail.” The words echoed through my mind as I fought back the urge to initiate a full fledge rescue operation.  It seemed like just yesterday, I was standing, hands ready, feet apart, in preparation to intercept my son’s small frame as he leapt from the kitchen table into my awaiting arms while crying out “Mommy catch me!”   However, now instead of stepping forward, God was telling me to take a step back.

Instead of intercepting; it was time to intercede.

Instead of receiving; it was time to release.

Instead of breaking his fall; I had to watch him fall.

I had instructed him and warned him; now, it was time to release him to suffer the consequences of his choices.

Although it’s hard to watch our children fail (or fall) when they leap into the unwise, sometimes it is the very thing they need to experience so they can learn.  After all, pain is a great teacher.  So when every fiber of my mother’s heart wants reach out and intervene, I have to remember to practice “tough love” and stand back and wait until they hit bottom.

However, thankfully the bottom is not always as we perceive it. For sometimes, instead of a floor; it is a trampoline bouncing them back up higher than they were before.  Thus, in letting them fall; we are really giving them the opportunity to fly.

Lord, I thank you that you love my children more than I could ever think or imagine.  As I take a step back , I release them to fall so you can teach them how to fly. Hold my heart as I see them face the consequences of foolish choices.  And hold my hand as you give me wisdom and direction so I will not interfere with what you are doing in their hearts.  Bring them to the end of themselves so they can experience all that you have for them. I put my trust in You and the trampoline of your love.

                                                                               In Jesus’ Name,

                                                                               Amen

Better Hands

Five years ago when my son signed up for boot camp I thought I was prepared to release him.  However, soon after his departure I discovered I was wrong. For although my son was absent in my home, his presence in my thoughts continued to be so real that, at times, I thought I could hear him calling from the other room.

Consequently, during his first week away, I not only became fearful that he would never return, but I also often awoke from nightmares with the sound of his screams echoing through my mind as I fought back images of him being shot or dismembered.  

Now, I was fully aware that I should not worry, and I needed to “trust” God with my son. But no matter how hard I tried I just couldn’t “let him go” ….until I was given the revelation of laying him at Jesus’ feet. 

After that, whenever I would begin to worry, I would picture myself picking up my son and carrying Him to Jesus and gently laying him down. Lord, I love Him, but you love Him more. Only you know what is best for Him.  Then I would envision Jesus tenderly reaching down and gathering him into His arms.

Many times, since then, the Lord has quickened my spirit to pray for my son as well as for my other grown children, and occasionally, I have had the privilege of hearing the outcomes.  But regardless of whether I ever learn of the circumstances or the results, I can rest assured that in laying my children down at “Lord’s feet, I am placing them in better hands than mine.