Boy, my post last week on Rosie was pretty darn quiet. I got the impression that some parents felt sorry for Rosie’s daughter for being Rosie’s daughter, maybe even some of you whispered under your breath that that’s the kind of thing that happens when you have a mom like Rosie.
Well, lemme tell you, there are scores of parents who have “done things right” and still have disastrous and heartbreaking outcomes. No one is immune to the perils of raising a child “right” only to discover this child has a real penchant for seeking out trouble. We can warn our children day and night about how someone who walks with fools will suffer harm, but at some point our children are going to walk on their own…and if we have been busy casting stones and clucking tongues at others for their child’s foolish decisions we won’t find much mercy when our own child wanders right into trouble.
It’s what every parent needs.
It’s what all of us long for.
It’s what those of us mothers who cry ourselves to sleep at night would secretly beg from one another if only our pride would let us. That was my point in posting to Rosie. That was the entire point of the post on #IStandWith Cherish …That’s the reason I write at all. To bring hope and help to parents who need encouragement and maybe a little hug from someone a tad bit further down the road that you in their parenting journey.
A few years ago, I took a trip to Denver to try and sell my book idea. I passed out Christmas cards and proposals and talked anyone’s ear off who would listen. Now you can read the results of that trip from three years ago in “Please God Don’t Let Me Screw This up!” But what I remember most about my time in Denver for five days by myself was how I cried out to God in the quiet silence of that lonely hotel room. I begged him for a helper, a mentor, someone to tell me I wasn’t crazy…that it was possible to raise world changers, that He could use my children and the countless other children of this generation being raised in hopelessness and purposelessness. I looked over the entire city of Denver from my 26th-floor room and just wept at how many moms like me there must be in that vast city spread beneath my feet feeling lost and scared in our parenting, praying to God that we were doing this job right. And even though that may be true, I still felt alone.
So I came home and started this blog. And over the last three years several million of you have visited and thousands of you have joined us in our quest to raise up a generation of change. I’ve written a book…and I am in the process of writing my second! I will continue in this fight with and for you in our parenting. It’s only the future at stake, folks. Let’s continue to reach out to parents and families around us in need of prayer, hope and help and tell them that even though we may screw up this job of parenting plenty, we have a faithful God and forgiveness and mercy through His Son Jesus that can continue to make us bold even in our most harrowing and challenging periods of parenting.
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