Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one’s youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them! -Psalm 127: 4-5a
Children are like arrows, hand-made by a master craftsman, no two alike. Perhaps you have one or two that are made to fly high, or far. Maybe their shafts are thick and their impact is heavy. Maybe they are lit on fire or they fly in a hooked pattern. Rest assured, if they are in your quiver, you must learn how to draw them in your bow.
I love my kids for who they are, but if I am honest, I am not much of an archer. So often I look at them and consider where I would like them to go, rather than where they were made to go. I lay my own designs over those of the master. Like graffiti over Pollock or Picasso my designs on my children deface the art of God. He created eternal beings, masterpieces for my care.
So, as curator and archer, I need to open God’s word. I need to pray and sing over my children. And I need to ask the One who made them how I can best send them into the winds of life.
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I loved the picture you painted here, Sam. Beautiful and convicting.