My baby boy is one of the best things that has ever happened to me. It is strange to know that a person will look up to you for not only support and guidance, but virtue (integrity, love, work ethic, patience, etc...). This little person is utterly hopeless without his mom and dad, for now. However....
This child of mine reveals in me parts that I wish did not exist. Though it's true that, "As iron sharpens iron, so a friend sharpens a friend" (Pr. 27:17 NLT), God is refining me more through my baby. As most parents would admit, or so I have found through a poll I conducted, they have became furious with their infant child, at least once. I have felt this more recently than I wish to admit.
It is frightening to see this part of you rise up towards a person that is absolutely dependent on you for love. I am finding out that God uses children to expose in you character flaws. Now, I am not saying that I have given into any frustration, please hear that, but that I have felt them. So, here I am a man of God, who has been given a wonderful gift and an amazing responsibility, broken down by a person who cannot even walk or talk. As Paul said, "What a wretched man I am" (Ro. 7:24 ESV). But here is a smidgen of hope...
Before I knew Jesus, I was not a man at all. Now, I do not mean I was monstrous or anything dramatic, but merely a boy. I ran with my desires/away from responsibility: drugs, drinking, and dreams. I was emotional, irrational, and impractical. If I were to stay in that state there would be no way that I could have the life I have now (not to say that my life is ideal for everyone, just perfect for me). Thus, it can be said, and I believe it is the case that, Jesus has made me who I am. Therefore, if Christ has done this so far then I know He will do more in me. So, for my son's sake I keep in mind the saying "For I am confident of this very thing, that He who began a good work in you will perfect it until the day of Christ Jesus" (italics added, Phil. 1:6 NASB).
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