Tuesday, September 22, 2009

What to tell the boys about Sex?

Dear Boys,

I am here because as I have been journeying through this series on Sex on the blog, it has been laid upon my heart what would I say to you boys? How would I answer questions? Am I prepared? Do I have the right answers? This letter is from my heart to yours!

I am so thankful for the gift that each one of you are, handcrafted masterpieces by a God who only does amazing work. To live life with you is such a joy, for there are moments in each day that I stand completely amazed, soaking in just how great God is…that two very unique and different little guys exist on purpose and display part of His image.

In all of my momma heart I desire to be obedient to the very word and command of God:

Teach your children
right from wrong,
and when they are grown
they will still do right.
Proverbs 22:6 (CEV)

Boys from the day you were born I have felt completely incapable, lost, and weak in this role as your momma. There have been moments at Jesus feet where I have sat completely exhausted in tears crying out for help. And I as I mature, which just so beautifully coincides with you getting older, God in all His loving grace reminds me…I don’t have what it takes to be your momma…and where He wants me is at His feet 100% dependent on Him. The beauty of His design!

It is my hearts desire that you fall so in love with your Creator so that when life comes you are in tune with His voice, and you know its His hand that will lead you! For to be filled with His love and grace to overflowing so that when you face any of life’s situations that you will love and respect others, and love and respect yourselves.

I pray for a beautiful foundation of communication to be laid, not by me, but by a God who knows what needs to be said and when to say it. For there is such power, grace and love in what is said and what is not said.

For my faith is in Him, and His way. For I believe He loves us to a point of complete surrender in Him. And it is my desire that this momma heart of mine takes that huge leap of faith and truly lives freely.

Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It is not rude, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails. 1Cor 13:4-8 (NIV)

May I follow a God who knows what He is doing, may I remain teachable so I can direct you both to His heart!
 
Direct your children onto the right path,and when they are older, they will not leave it. Proverbs 22:6 (NLT)

I love you boys!

On purpose,
Mom

6 comments:

Sue J. said...

"And I as I mature, which just so beautifully coincides with you getting older, God in all His loving grace reminds me…I don’t have what it takes to be your momma."

AMEN! That is so wonderfully said, Nichole, I just love it! Let's all just keep growing together toward the One who holds it all together. "We've no less days to sing God's praise, than when we first begun." Gotta keep relying on that saving grace! And trust that He will, indeed, give us the words at the right time.

Irritable Mother said...

I don't have what it takes, either. So, so very glad God has it all figure out!!!
And by His grace, we're going to be able to lead these little ones, too. *whew!*

Runner Mom said...

This is just beautiful! Bless your precious heart for this wonderful post.

Love you!
Susan

Lori said...

Beautiful, Nichole!
Love you! Lori - AZ

Kimberly said...

I am certainly praying for the right words at the right time over at this house, too. :)

Your boys are super blessed to have you as their momma!
Love,
K :)

elaine @ peace for the journey said...

Such a beautiful, transparent prayer given to your sons; one that is timeless throughout all seasons of living. I think it a very good thing to pen your heart for your children. These writings will be a stone of remembrance for them in the years to come... I promise.

You're doing a good job, Mom.

peace~elaine