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The quiet smile older generations share (and what it means for you)
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The last couple of weeks have been a beautiful whirlwind. Graduations. A cousin's surprise appearance at the party. Tournament sidelines. Dave and I are so grateful that God provides the health and the means to show up for the people we love. 🥰 Watching our grandchildren step into adulthood stirred something in me I want to share with you. ​ Every generation thinks its struggles are new. They aren’t. Children bursting into adulthood bump up against their parents. They push and argue, certain they know best. I did too, according to my mother. That stubborn, beautiful courage it takes to launch into adult life? It has always been there. Every generation. As parents, we pour everything we have into these young ones and release them, praying we’ve equipped them well, trusting God with the rest. And those of us with a few more years on us? We watch with a quiet smile. We remember. Through all of it, God remains the constant. For the Lord is good. His unfailing love continues forever, and his faithfulness continues to each generation. — Psalm 100:5 (NLT) He anchored me through the hardest years of my life. He will anchor these newly launched young adults, too. Dear one, what are you holding right now that needs to be released? A child. A dream. A version of life that no longer fits. His faithfulness didn’t stop with the last generation. It reaches all the way to yours. Something for You Whether your child left home this spring or years ago, Kayla Craig’s prayer, “A Prayer for Letting Go,” from To Light Their Way, is one of the most honest, tender prayers for a parental heart I’ve ever read. She writes: O God, Give us the strength to loosen our parental grip and let go of what and of who were never truly ours in the first place… In the places we cannot be, help us to trust You are there. In the places we cannot be, help us know You are there. Find the full prayer and more of Kayla’s beautiful work at kaylacraig.com/tolighttheirway. I hope it meets you exactly where you are. 🙏🏻 A Prayer for You Dear God, from generation to generation, you are good. Thank you for your faithfulness to Reader. Even when circumstances looked dark, lonely, and impossible, you were there. You promise you are the God who does the impossible when Reader cannot see the way through. Create space in Reader’s heart and mind to process the relationship changes Reader faces: a child moving into adulthood, the loss of a family member, or shifts within other relationships. You promise your presence, peace, and provision. Encourage Reader’s heart today. Amen. |
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I empower faith-based women like you to recover well after discovering their husband's or significant others struggle with the dark places on the internet. Every Monday you'll receive encouragement and other carefully curated content to help you heal and find the freedom you desire.
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