As I tucked my 7 year old lil' warrior into bed, the words "Mommy, I'm sorry if I didn't please you today" spilled from his heart. His words stung and caught my attention. After sleep claimed his night, I crept into his room to battle.
As I passionately prayed for each child, a fresh mommy mandate came to mind. As children, they stand in the midst of a fierce spiritual battle. They have armor, still learning to use it, trusting for me to teach them. As mommy, God asks me to hold their shields, protecting them from the flaming arrows of the enemy. Or maybe, tuck them under mine.
My heart broke as I saw a picture of my Joshua with arrows of defeat piercing his little body. My heart sank to despair as I realized some of the arrows I shot through my words and actions. I cannot adequately describe the anguish of my soul. As I cried out to my Abba for forgiveness, His healing balm of joy erased the pain.
Forgiven, I stood to wage war and remove some arrows. I lost track of time as I proclaimed God's truth over my wounded son. The joy of victory filled the room.
This mommy warrior asked my King to renew my call, refire my passion, and refresh my spirit. In His presence, I surrendered it all, my hopes, dreams, and wants. Filled with a fresh mommy anointing I resolved to spend all that I am to equip my children for their role in His kingdom.
Today, my morning began with asking forgiveness from my lil' warriors and marching forward, victoriously!