The hand that rocks the cradle

“Train up a child in the way he should go, And when he is old he will not depart from it.”
‭‭Proverbs‬ ‭22:6‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

“You shall teach them diligently to your children, and shall talk of them when you sit in your house, when you walk by the way, when you lie down, and when you rise up.”
‭‭Deuteronomy‬ ‭6:7‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

The hand that rocks the cradle

Once again, my calendar lands on Mother’s Day. Around the country, mothers will be saluted, given great breakfasts and treated as queens. There will be the ritual giving of gifts at church.

For me this is a time of reminiscence, as my mother went to be with the Lord more than twenty years ago. Still, though, I have great memories of her, of the legacy of faith that she passed down to me.

I grew up watching my mother meet with the Lord each day, listening to her low, whispered hymns, barely perceptible under her breath, her constant prayers over her family, the constant battle for reality, leaning on the Lord every moment.

I remember the daily challenge: “Did you read your bible?” , “Did you pray?”

I learned from her that I could depend on Jesus, even in the most dire darkness. He sustained her each day, and provided my training. Proverbs chapter 22 and verse six speaks of training up a child. It is a word picture of sorts, of a mother teaching a child to feed, teaching them to suckle, thus learning the foundation skill needed for getting nourishment. It is the most basic of need for any human being.

In a spiritual sense, it is teaching the foundation skill of getting nourishment for the soul. It is teaching the young of the truths of God, that they build a foundation of faith that will not be forgotten later in life. It is building in them a desire for God’s word.

In watching my mother, I learned that God is faithful, and that I could run to Him in time of trouble.

“God is our refuge and strength, A very present help in trouble. Therefore we will not fear, Even though the earth be removed, And though the mountains be carried into the midst of the sea; Though its waters roar and be troubled, Though the mountains shake with its swelling. Selah”
‭‭Psalms‬ ‭46:1-3‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Even as I strayed, wandering after my own desires, I still remembered what my mother taught me about God. I knew that He was waiting and faithful. I have come to know that what was true before, is true now, and will be true in the future. His faithfulness is not based on my performance, or even my acknowledgement of that truth. He is faithful by Himself.

“Jesus Christ is the same yesterday, today, and forever.”
‭‭Hebrews‬ ‭13:8‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Mothers, realize that you are teaching your children about God. His place your life will be demonstrated to your kids, and His importance on display.

It will be communicated to your children regardless of your intent. If you have placed faith into a compartment, only pulled out on Sunday, your children will notice, and possibly follow suit. They will follow you.

I was greatly blessed by my mother, as she left me a legacy of prayer, of faith, of worship, and of love. I picked up from where she left off, as she was my prayer warrior. She is the foundation of reference, the bar, the earthly standard by which I live out my faith.

“I thank God, whom I serve with a pure conscience, as my forefathers did, as without ceasing I remember you in my prayers night and day, greatly desiring to see you, being mindful of your tears, that I may be filled with joy, when I call to remembrance the genuine faith that is in you, which dwelt first in your grandmother Lois and your mother Eunice, and I am persuaded is in you also.”
‭‭II Timothy‬ ‭1:3-5‬ ‭NKJV‬‬

Paul urged Timothy on to good works of ministry, reminding him of the legacy his mother and grandmother had before him. I am urged on my the model of my mother, living for Jesus each day before me.

Mothers, challenge your children, hold them spiritually accountable, and be accountable yourself. Pray for your children.

Our future is based on those that come after us. The hand that rocks the cradle rules the world.

Woman, how divine your mission
Here upon our natal sod!
Keep, oh, keep the young heart open
Always to the breath of God!
All true trophies of the ages
Are from mother-love impearled;
For the hand that rocks the cradle
Is the hand that rules the world.
-William Ross Wallace


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