Yesterday I had some tough moments with one of our boys (name omitted to protect the guilty). I gave grace. I gave threats. I gave Jeremy desperate texts. Nada. Nothing helped. So, I did the mature thing and sent the offender to his room and locked myself in the bathroom.
“Okay, God, I really can’t do this today. It’s “wreck week.” I’m a little on edge to begin with. Help me here. I’m at the end of my rope.”
And there, in the midst of my snot and tears, the Holy Spirit spoke. Quietly. Simply. His voice in my soul was so real I could almost hear it.
“Tiff, this battle is not against your son. He is not the enemy. This battle is not against bad behavior. He is a sinner just like you. This battle…it’s against Satan. He wants your kids. He is a ‘roaring lion seeking whom he may devour.’ This is spiritual warfare you’re in. It’s not a discipline problem. It’s a battle against a real enemy. And as frustrated as you feel right now at your son. He is not the enemy.”
I unlocked the bathroom door and scribbled my thoughts in a journal. Then I walked to the other room and sat down on our son’s bed. I cried. For the first time in weeks I saw him as God’s masterpiece. I didn’t see him as a project. I didn’t see him as a mountain I must face each morning. I saw him as a little boy in battle. Not in battle against Mom and Dad. But in battle against the “Prince of the power of the air.”
We talked. I cried some more. He fought the tears away. And we hugged.
Dear Son-We are in battle together. I will fight for you with my prayers. I will give you grace when you fail. I will love you on this journey.