Do My Kids See Jesus in Me?

do my kids see Jesus in me

Screams outside the bathroom door interrupted thoughts of our beach trip that was coming up in a few short weeks. At first, I thought the boys were just fighting again but then I heard the word “blood.”

I didn’t hear the calm, take-charge voice of my oldest son who was comforting his brother. All I knew was that little one was hurting, and mama had to fix it.

I shifted my speed into high gear and rushed out the door to see my four-year-old standing there with tears running down his face. He held his hurt finger carefully and lifted it up for me to see. I could tell he’d poked himself with something sharp but had no idea what had happened.

That is, until my oldest son brought the weapon of destruction to me. His Epi-Pen, fully ejected and empty. The sight of it sent me into full panic mode.

The next couple of hours raced by in a blur of the car ride to the ER and the patient room where they examined my son. I felt calm slowly creep back into my frame when I realized he was okay. But it wasn’t until later, when the kids were in bed and quiet filled our home, that God brought the words of our firstborn to mind.

In the wake of panic, I’d ignored them, but He knew I needed to remember.

do my kids see jesus

“Don’t worry, Gabe. It will be okay. Here, I’ll get you a band-aid.”

It was only a few sentences uttered outside our bathroom door, but they showed me what I desperately needed to see. They showed love.

In the weeks leading up to this traumatic event, I was on my knees with the fatigues of motherhood. I wondered if my two boys would ever get along, and news of third baby coming left me feeling both elated and worried at the same time.

Would we be able to handle a third child? I wondered if anything we taught our boys was sinking in to their little hearts and minds, and now our attention would be pulled elsewhere. I tried to trust in the strength I knew God would provide, but I needed reassurance. And in an instant, God provided it.

Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! 

Psalm 127:4 ESV

As I recalled the words of big brother, they were like arrows, firing against the worries filling my head. They shot down the lies of the enemy and reminded me of God’s faithfulness.

Sometimes it’s in those moments of chaos and panic when we see what people are truly made of. They either crumble under the pressure or rise. They run away or with God’s help, they will rise like arrows.

Though I hope the event will never repeat itself, God used this moment of panic to show me the strength of my children. He used it to show me the answer to many prayers, and the answer to hours spent wondering if they saw his love in us.

The answer was “yes.” Our labor was not in vain. Our arrows were sharp, and getting sharper each day.

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10 thoughts on “Do My Kids See Jesus in Me?

  1. Love, Love, LOVE this, Abby! My mama heart raced right alongside yours for a while. Glad your little guy is okay. Sounds as though you’re training up a couple of children well and the Lord is confirming it.

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    • Thank you so much for your encouragement, Kristi. Mothering is hard, but it’s so much easier when we have sisters rooting us on. 😉

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  2. I love this, Abby. What a scare you had. But how wonderful to see that your oldest arrow is a pretty sharp guy. (This reminds me of an incident on my daughter’s spring break m trip: a girl was having a life-threatening allergic reaction, couldn’t breathe, and incredibly all the team leaders, ADULTS, were too scared to use the epi-pen. Her YOUNGER sister saved her.) Our kids are doing better than we think. God is ruling and reigning!

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    • That is such a great story, Betsy! Yes, kids are often the ones to step in and I don’t think we give them enough credit. Thanks for sharing!

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  3. Abby,
    I think God gives us these moments to reassure us that we are doing our best in letting our “life arrow” point toward Him. More of what our children learn is caught vs. taught. Carry on…you’re doing a great job!!
    Blessings,
    Bev

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