Faith, Family

The War Cry of Our Hands. Married by His Grace.

 

Years ago I read a poem about the description of a mother’s hand.

How every line and detail of her hands describes the work she had produced over the years raising children. How her labor would flourish from generation to generation.

The poem gives a vision of how a mother’s hand could show you her sensitivity. The imprints on her hands shows how many times her fingers had touched her children with grace.

 

It was a beautiful poem about the fruits of a mother’s hands.

 

I was about 14 years old when I read the poem. Ever since then I have looked at my mothers and fathers hands with appreciation as I saw every line and crease detail.

 

Just the other day I went into deep thought about this poem that I read many years ago.

 

All within one afternoon I had seen my mother gently give my daughter affection. As she brushed her hair to one side, she looked at her granddaughter with great admiration.

 

Then I saw my father pick up his grandson in his arms and began clapping their hands together to a praise and worship song. His hands delicately grasping his grandsons hands as they praised the Lord together.

 

My thoughts took me back in time as I thought of my mother giving the same affection to us children as she was just doing to her granddaughter.

 

As young children we loved her soft touch so much that all three of us kids would have our heads crowded around her as she would alternate turns to soothes us.

 

We all had mental timers going off in our heads. We would have outburst of  shouting “switch” when we wanted our mother’s touch next.

 

Then a few moments later I began to remember the days of kneeling down with our father to pull weeds out the our yard’s gardening area. He would strategically tell us where and how to pull the weeds as we kneeled side by side to him.

 

My vivid remembrance of this would see every vein, wrinkle, and scar of my father’s hands as he taught us how to maintain our land.

 

Each of these moments are moments of where God was using them as a time to love and a time to learn. The functions of their hands was part of training their children. To teach us to rise up to as a mother of grace or as a father of leadership.

 

You see; by being a parent that is teaching your children how to be graceful and diligent as a Christian valued woman or man, we are winning the battle of a war.

With every touch and grasps we make to the plow of raising children through godly mentorship we are overcoming our self to teach our children.

 

The enemy does not want us to be rising up children to know what love is or what grace is, or how to strategically care for a home. The enemy wants us to rise up selfishly so our next generation will be raised up selfishly.

 

Giving our children memories of using strength, how to be passionate, how to chase after God and pray, or when to seek for forgiveness and healing is a war cry. It is accomplishing prayers from the righteous that has prayed before us to produce in the land of righteousness.

 

Memories of righteousness will continue to produce fruits from generation to generation.

 

Our hands, actions, use of spiritual gifts, are all representation of our war cry. As we defeat ourselves in the flesh and allow God to use us as parents and examples of Christ to others, we are winning a war.

 

We are winning because we are preparing them for the future to love as Christ loved the church.

 

Just as my father’s hand would hold my mother’s hand, I was taught there was no shame in a  wife and husband creating a image of being one.

 

As I think about the hands of my parents, I wonder about how my children see the war cry I have for them. In what areas will they see I went to battle in the spiritual war?

 

Was it in my hands, my feet, my knees?

 

Do they see how often I walk up to people to greet them and to love on them? Do they see how my tongue does its best to steer away from negative words? When they see my knees, do they  know their mother is a prayer warrior?

 

Recently we have been learning out of the Book of James in the New Testament. The other day my husband told me James was known to have camel knees. “Camel knees? What are camel knees?”. He replied, “James prayed so much that his knees became burdened and scarred. They were indented because of how much he was kneeling  before God on the ground”.

 

What do my imprints represent, what lines am I carrying down to the next generation through my children?

 

What will my daughter see me doing with her children that she will stand still with a peaceful memory of me doing the same to her?

 

Will the hands of my husband show labor upon them through the eyes of children? Will his tongue that speaks the word of God to them became a memory to our children that leaves them grateful for the early teachings?

 

Most importantly; the question I need to be asking myself and find assurance in is: What am I striving to teach my children? Am I doing things that will leave impressions in their hearts and memories?

 

Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord,
The fruit of the womb is a reward.
 Like arrows in the hand of a warrior,
So are the children of one’s youth.
 Happy is the man who has his quiver full of them;
They shall not be ashamed,
But shall speak with their enemies in the gate.

Psalm 127:3-5

 

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14 Comments

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    Melanie
    December 8, 2016 at 1:24 pm

    Great article! This mommas oldest is 20 and the youngest is 15. I love the truths within your words as well as the encouragement.

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      [email protected]
      December 8, 2016 at 3:03 pm

      Thank you Melanie! What a blessed time to be with your children. Watching them grow before you with all that you have taught them about the Lord. Blessings!

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    Ida Garcia
    November 24, 2016 at 11:01 am

    The war is relevant, we need to teach our children how important it is to pray. We are so fortunate to have the privilege of teaching our adult children to pray the word of God. Our grandchildren are learning to war in praise and prayer. What an amazing sight to watch this young mother (Carmen)teach her children. Make me want to be better at teaching.
    God bless you Carmen.

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      [email protected]
      November 26, 2016 at 12:03 am

      Thank you for your words Ms. Ida. I am truly blessed by them and your wisdom. Blessings to you!

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    Brittany
    November 24, 2016 at 6:56 am

    This is extremely powerful and a great reminder for me. I think of the quote, “how you speak to your child becomes his inner voice.” I saw it onFacebook. Thanks for this wonderful reminder.

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      [email protected]
      November 26, 2016 at 12:04 am

      Yes, so true Brittany! Thank you for commenting and many blessings you and your beautiful blog!

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    Beth
    November 24, 2016 at 1:20 am

    Carmen this was really powerful and beautiful. I have a 5 year old and a 2 year old. This gives such a new meaning to me of “we are his hands and feet”. Now I’m going to be more cognizant I think of what my hands, my feet, my praying knees are conveying. Am I using my hands to “shoo” them away cuz I’m in the middle of something? Or am I using them to welcome them in for a hug? Thank you for this perspective and especially of how over time it becomes the fruits of future generations. Beautiful.

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    Hannah
    November 23, 2016 at 6:39 pm

    Such a beautiful post Carmen! Encourages me so much in my journey as a mama. This morning my son and I spent a lot of time rolling around on the floor and laughing- so refreshing! Also, I love the lines of that psalm.. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are children of one’s youth.. I must get it up on our wall sometime! Bless you x
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      [email protected]
      November 23, 2016 at 11:19 pm

      I love that verse too Hannah! That would be a great one to put on our walls for us as mothers and for our children. = ) Many blessings to you my friend!

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    VAlerie
    November 23, 2016 at 10:49 am

    What a touching post to read as I visit my parents and watch them love on my children. My parents recently moved to the town my dad grew up in. I remember driving to my Grandma’s house with them every Thanksgiving. And this year, I drove my children up the same road my parents took every Thanksgiving. This time driving my kids to see their grandparents. My parents moved on the same street my dad grew up in. I can’t help but to think about how fast time goes by. My grandparents have both died and now my parents are getting older. Time is short here on earth. And I pray that I can leave behind the wrinkles of love, etched on my hands, every crease a legacy of loving my family well. Happy Thanksgiving dear friend! I appreciate your ministry and the way you faithfully bless others.

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      [email protected]
      November 23, 2016 at 11:13 pm

      So beautiful Valerie, the legacy you are watching before you and the desire you have in your heart from the generations before you. Thank you for your kind words. Many blessings to you and your family! I am blessed by your friendship!

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    Rhinnon
    November 23, 2016 at 10:10 am

    Super powerful, Carmen! The enemy does want to take that away from us and I think one thing he uses is distraction. Our kids today are so caught up in getting that they have a hard time focusing on what is given. They are distracted by devices and media to the point of nothing else mattering. What a great reminder that we should be intentional about what our kids are seeing. Not a screen but a life lived in front of them. It is good for them to see their parents war for them, physically, spiritually and emotionally. Great post!
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      [email protected]
      November 23, 2016 at 10:17 am

      Amen! Thank you Rhinnon for your comment! Many blessings to you!

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    Jennifer DeFrates/ Heaven not Harvard
    November 23, 2016 at 9:53 am

    Very convicting to remember how many thing our children are learning from us just from our example. I hope she is learning to rest in God and to seek forgiveness when she fails.
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