Hear, my son, your father’s instruction and do not forsake your mother’s teaching; Indeed, they are a graceful wreath to your head and ornaments about your neck (Proverbs 1:8-9).
The Lord has been working on various areas of my heart. After a time of feeling spiritually dry, I am enjoying the freshness of His Word and the Spirit’s conviction- even His reproof. It is reassuring to my soul to climb out of the valley and up faith’s mountain. It is indeed progress in my walk with Christ to be growing and changing and shedding parts of the old self. His sanctifying hand is upon me and I am so very thankful.
What does Proverbs 1:8-9 have to do with this? I watch my two daughters every day and analyze how they look and act. Whom do they resemble? Is it me? Or Patrick? I have tried to imagine, when they are grown, what kind of “wreaths” and “ornaments” the will have inherited from me. Will they be dried, shriveled-up bits and pieces of half truths? Or will they be flourishing beautiful flowers and jewels of Christ’s love and peace?
I am thankful my daughters are still so young as I attempt to rid myself of sinful habits to avoid passing them on. May Christ radiate so brightly from me that they are attracted to Him and drawn to His ways. May they be able to say their mother exhibited His very nature.
One daughter has my crooked pinky fingers. The other has my widow’s peak. But may both have my Savior.