I had read Psalm 127:4 many times. “Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth…” I’d quoted it lots of times in teachings, prayers and encouragements. But this time was different. As I was reading it, God whispered a statement that would make this familiar scripture highly disruptive to my everyday life.
“Janet, arrows make terrible crowns.”
My jaw fell to the floor. “What? I’m wearing my children like a crown for myself?”
I, like many other parents, had a mindset of “my child’s behavior is the source of my honor.” If my child isn’t doing well by my standard, I can’t feel good about myself. This can leave us running around life constantly breaking our arrows, gluing them and forming them into some sort of crown for ourselves.
But arrows make terrible crowns. Those arrows were meant for something else.
This interactive book shares how the perfect, nurturing Holy Spirit healed my broken view of motherhood.
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