Concrete Parenting

Isaiah 33:6 He will be the sure foundation for your times, a rich store of salvation and wisdom and knowledge; the fear of the LORD is the key to this treasure.

“Mamaaaa,,” the tiny voiced wailed. Instinctively I turned toward the sound to locate the source. A skinned knee. A search for mom. No one answered. I saw the injured little boy and my natural inclination to nurture overwhelmed.

“Shhhh. Don’t worry. We’ll find your mama. Does your Mommy kiss your boo boos?” The sobs slowed to an occasional whimper. “Well, let’s find her. I’ll bet she can’t wait to give you the best boo-boo kiss ever.”

I spotted whom must be his mother. No wonder she hadn’t heard his cries. She was a harried mother with several preschool aged children. I delivered her son to her with a smile and waved off her thanks. There have been plenty of times when the situation might have been reversed.

Today’s reading is Psalm 9. David recounts the faithfulness of God. No matter how many foes rise against him, David finds peace, refuge and a listening ear in the arms of God.

In life’s playground there are exhilarating trips down the slide, adventures up the rock climbing wall but also missteps which cause pain. No matter how well I attempt to love my kids, my love falls short of the perfect love of God. I don’t always hear their cries for help. I fail to see their pain. I am thankful when my daughters fall, God is there to kiss their boo-boos. 

Jesus, You fill in my parenting gaps. You are the Comforter behind every kiss. You are the Celebrator of every accomplishment. You are the Cement under my feet.