"Unless the Lord builds the house, those who build it labor in vain. Unless the Lord watches over the city, the watchman stays awake in vain. It is in vain that you rise up early and go late to rest, eating the bread of anxious toil; for he gives to his beloved sleep.
Behold, the children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. 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! He shall not be put to shame when he speaks with his enemies in the gate." Psalm 127
It brings me to tears when I think of the children of my class and this world who feel like a burden. Like an afterthought in the constant whirlwind of this life. Who ache for the love and affection of their Heavenly Father, but are never shown that kind of love.
I ache for the kids who are earthly loved and earthly cared for but don't know the consistency and sturdiness of having an eternal house built by the Lord. Who feel anger, sorrow, confusion, unworthiness, and longing without the ability to process or understand those emotions. I ache for the kids who are passed off by person after person. For the kids that are so maddening, frustrating, and INFURIATING. These are the kids that ache. That crave something. That long to feel protected, cherished, and valued.
Pull these kids close to me, God. Love them through me. Cherish them through me. Value them through me. Let them know that they are sharp, that they have purpose, that they are a mighty arrow in the hand of a warrior. That they ARE.THE.REWARD. Thank you for my kids, and the challenges, and the hard days, and the chance to show these kids that they are so worth it. That blessed is the man who fills his life with them. Because children are a heritage from the Lord and indeed I have a beautiful inheritance. (Psalm 16:3)
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