Those dainty little hands

My daughter turned five in July and as a mom, I’m always wondering if I’m “training her properly in the way she should go” (Proverbs 22:6). Am I doing enough teaching her about Jesus? Am I doing too much?

A few nights ago while on vacation, the news came on. It showed a clip of an underground dogfight that was leaked, as dogfighting has only now started catching on in my country. They had blurred out the dogs’ faces but it was clear what was happening and you could see all the blood. It was horrific, my heart is too soft to take in something like that; but what was worst for me is that you could hear the dog owner’s voice urging his dog on. I immediately discerned a spirit of lust. It was disgusting and putrid. I couldn’t help myself but burst into tears and quickly changed the channel so Jordan couldn’t see what was on.

I battled to stop crying for a few seconds, but the next thing that happened amazed me. She went to sit on the other couch, closed her eyes, put her little hands together and started praying! It was the sweetest and innocent, yet grown up moment, I have seen with her! Only once she had finished praying did she come put her arm around me and comfort me. I like to think that in that moment she knew to talk to Jesus first. Jesus first, mom next – the perfect order.

Okay, so maybe i’m not doing too badly, right? I don’t take the credit though – I thank the Lord that He helps me raise her in His ways, I would utterly fail if I did not have His Word to lean on.

Thank You Jesus for helping me to blossom that pretty little flower which You have entrusted me with!

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