Our children inherit an interesting blend of genetic traits from us. We often tease Corin that she got a “double whammy” by inheriting her sentimental, easily moved to tears personality from both my beloved, late mother-in-love and my own, dear departed dad. It’s sweet, really, and she bears our teasing well.
All four of my children endured terrible leg cramps through the years that they were experiencing the most physical growth. They inherited these leg cramp growing pains from their dad. Copper’s vivid memory of the nights he experienced those horrible pains have always made him extremely compassionate for his children’s suffering. We tried various herbs and vitamins, but the thing that worked the most consistently was heating a bath towel in the dryer and wrapping it around their painful legs.
Growing pains aren’t pleasant, but they are great indicators that growth is, indeed, taking place!
The last twelve months have been an interesting season of growth for me. It was a time when I experienced a lot of growing pains. Though I knew that those growing pains would, indeed, be for my benefit in the end, they were still tough to go through.
I clung to verses like this one,
“And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations,
knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance;
and perseverance, proven character;
and proven character, hope;
and hope does not disappoint,
because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts
through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.”
(Romans 5:3-5 NASB)
So, here I am on the other side. Hindsight, as they say, is 20/20. I can now see God’s good hand in all of those growing pains I endured, and I am thankful to Him. So very, very thankful to Him! Hope does not disappoint!
I won’t share the details of my struggles here. The details aren’t important, but the outcome is! As I’ve struggled to summarize that outcome in my mind, the words came best in this comment I left on a friend’s blog post.
“There’s a tendency at the beginning of every year, at least among women bloggers,
to choose a theme word for the new year. I’ve never entered into that,
but I’m thinking that “grace” would be my word, were I to choose one this year.
But it’s not the word I want to dwell on, it’s the GRACE!“
I want to dwell on grace!
(To be continued Friday.)
God bless you as you look well to the ways of your household!