Raising Kids is like Folding a Fitted Sheet

Raising kids is like folding a fitted sheet.
It doesn’t always look perfect.  Folding.








There is no Right Way.  Folding.   You think there is a right way.  There is not.  You do the best you can.  Unfolding.


Folding.  Corners tucked in.
It kinda can drive you craaazy.
You try hard to get that fitted sheet all purty and folded just right, and it is what it is, at the end of the day.
And really, at the end of the day, it doesn’t really matter.

The sheet is folded and on the shelf, or it is back on the bed. 





The folded sheet gets stretched out to all four corners of the bed, and it looks awesome. 





And it feels delicious when you crawl into bed that night. 








 One of life’s simple pleasures is slipping in between clean sheets.  Simple.  

Kids are like that folded sheet. 

God has given you your kids for a time.  He is in control, even when it does not feel like it. Folding.  Folding.
You can trust Him with the details.  Folding.  My job is to love them well, not try to change them. Unfolding and folding.

Love them well as they are.  They are not going to look perfect.  

Or always purty.  

I can fold and refold and think there is a right way, but at the end of the day they will stretch out and be who God created them to be. 

They won’t look like anyone else.  

 And at the end of the day, I can relax in His grace and trust Him with those blame corners on the kids that just won’t fold right.  

And I see the grace stretched out and the love stretched out and feel the simple pleasure of a good God and a trusting heart.  Simple.

Comments

  1. LOVE. keep it up sister. we need your encouragement & words!

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