It is a sad time . . . grieving over your sin. I watched out the window as my three oldest trudged down the path single file to Grandma’s house tears streaking their dirt smeared faces. Their mission to say “I’m sorry” lay before them (I caught them out in the garden picking Grandma’s tomatoes without permission. They had asked permission to go hoe and use the garden rake. Somewhere they strayed and . . . the result was not a happy one.)
But I will not be sorry I’ve trained my children after God’s standard of living.
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Well done sister.
I know it is hard to train a child well; may God continue to give you the strength and commitment to bring your children up in the admonition of the Lord.
Your children will rise up and bless you for your faithfulness; and you will hear "well done" from your Lord too. May God be with you.
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