Being a good parent is so much more that feeding your kids, clothing them, or even making them independent, successful or happy. We are called to “Train up a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not depart from it” Proverbs 22:6 NKJV. I saw this posted on Facebook today and I knew that somewhere someone is struggling to provide for their children all of the “things” they didn’t have as a child. There is a gift you can give them far better than that. It is the love of God, the salvation message of Jesus Christ, and the hope of Heaven. This is far better than any “thing” I can provide. Here are a few resources I have found to start you off in praying for your child.
Last night my husband kissed me and drove off. It was his last shift before two days off. He is a truck driver. He told me he would call in the morning before driving home (about an hour away). He didn’t make it there.
About five minutes after he left home he merged onto the highway and saw lights coming at him. He tried to swerve, but the vehicle swerved into his path again. He pulled over as far as he could and just managed to avoid being hit. He knew the person was trying to hit him, and he also knew that if the person managed to hit him, they would both die from the impact as he had no trailer attached to the truck at the time. The other vehicle kept on and swerved down the off-ramp.
My husband took the next exit and followed the highway until he came to the place where the vehicle exited. He found horror there. The guy had hit the guardrail, but didn’t die. He was hurt, but he got out of his vehicle. A car with an older lady had stopped, and another with a young man. The older woman was screaming when my husband drove up because the man had doused himself in something and lit himself on fire! The man was drunk and was trying to commit suicide. He ran into the brush, and that started smoking too. There is no stop-drop-and roll when you use an accelerant, so it burned him too badly to really help, but the other two people and my husband tried to help him. The lady called the paramedics and another person stopped traffic until the police and paramedics came.
The young man and older woman climbed up to the road and left the burned man there. All they did was stop when the car crashed. They left him for whatever reason.
My husband stayed with him, pulled off his hat and stroked his hair and talked very gently to him as they waited. My husband had compassion, and extended grace to the man as he lay dying. My husband asked him why he drove into an oncoming lane. It was then the dying man realized he could have killed my husband and he apologized. My husband accepted his apology and tried to talk to him about God. The man was so upset that his family and God had rejected him and that he just wanted to die, but my husband stayed and told him God forgives, if you only believe!! He wasn’t angry at the man for almost killing him, for he looked past all of the mess to see a hurting person and he tried to help him and point him to God.
My husband is upstairs resting after the trauma. I hope he can heal from it in time, but for now he needs prayers. You see, as Christians, this is what we are called to do! To Love.
He has shown you, O man, what is good; what does the Lord require of you
But to do justly,
To love mercy,
And to walk humbly with your God?
The man is alive, we have no idea how, but he is. He could also use your prayers as if he ultimately survives it will be a long road to recovery. My husband is seeing a grief counsellor tomorrow provided by his company. The other people who were at the scene are being taken care of by Victim’s Services.
I’m am making an effort here to focus on some positives to counteract all of the depressing and (let’s face it) sometimes boring things I post on my other blog. Yay me. This was is a hold-your-hand-over-your-mouth-so-you-don’t-awaken-your-sleeping-toddler funny.
I’m not sure if you knew, but I’m pretty much the best, most perfectest mom ever in the history of ever. I don’t need to tell you that’s sarcasm, right internet? Maybe? Eh. Is this satire now? I feel like I used to know what that was but I think I lost it somewhere along the way during my Wild Adventures in Blogging. People seem to have created this new, vague definition. Anyway, back to my perfection.
1. Language Police Mom
Firstly, that sounds like an awesome name for some sort of knockoff Barbie doll; you know the kind made of the same plastic they use for those KoolAid bottle-things that your cheap Aunt used to buy for you years after you’d stopped playing with dolls? Complete with police uniform, perfectly curled hair and a baby under each arm.
Secondly, I appreciate it when people curb their language…
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