Psalm 127:3 “Children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb is a reward”.

Tonight as I was trying to get in a walk on my treadmill the boys seemed to go wild. Joseph was sitting at his desk working on a project and Zach was sitting at the table supposed to be writing a couple of his sight words. But all they could do was aggravate each other…I kept pulling my headphones off and stopping the treadmill to tell them to cut it out! Finally after 20 minutes I gave up walking and turned everything off. There are more events to the night but I am going to stop there (mostly because it got a little ugly before it got because the verse above came to mind. I immediately thought about writing a post on this verse.

Our children are a gift, a heritage, that we must cherish and take care of. Even  when they are driving us crazy and we are yelling just as loud as they are. There are times when I am completely overwhelmed by work, school and being a mom. But, just as the Lord reminded me tonight, these boys are gifts to me.

As we were settling down I felt like I should talk to them about how this night had gone. I pulled out a children’s devotional book and you would never believe what I opened it up to….a devotion titled, “Is it OK to slam the door when I’m mad”. It was about controlling our emotions and how we should act when we get angry about something. Very appropriate, and not by accident (although I did not deliberately open it to this passage). God knows what we need to hear and when we need to hear it.

Just as one more confirmation for the night….when I sat down to write this I wanted to look Psalm 127:3 up in two different translations of the Bible to see if they used different wording. When I opened my NIV Bible, it was on a page with a side note entitled, “Our Children”. It talks about how David prayed for children in this passage of scripture: “Then our sons in their youth will be like well-nurtured plants, and our daughters will be like pillars carved to adorn a palace” Psalm 144:12.

God was giving me lessons tonight, just like I was trying to give my boys. I am so very thankful for Joseph and Zach, and also for a Father who speaks to my heart and knows just what I need. After all, I am His heritage.

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