When I Became “That Little League Parent”
We may cloak it as “wanting them to do well,” but deep down we are trying to supply some inner need that was meant to be filled by Christ himself.
We may cloak it as “wanting them to do well,” but deep down we are trying to supply some inner need that was meant to be filled by Christ himself.
Because of who he is, I have the freedom to come to him with open hands, tears in my eyes, and weariness in my bones.
My desire for my two children to turn out to be godly young adults has actually become an idol.
Jesus doesn’t need my wise parenting, my school volunteer hours, or my completed task list.
Even as I preach the gospel of rest and acceptance to myself, those ugly performance idols keep rearing up, beckoning me to worship achievement above Jesus.
God is not calling you to be what only he can be- he is calling you to lay your head on the pillow of his sovereignty and rest in knowing that he is God, and you are not.
When I am caught up in a spin cycle of anxiety, I do not have the peace of God that would allow me to notice and respond with comfort to my child’s worries.
Until I realized that I was trying to be my own savior and conquer the pressures of high school by myself, I did not realize I was seeing Jesus incorrectly.
I have to consciously think about why I’m reading my Bible and praying in the mornings – not to perfect my morning routine, but to know Him better.