Love in My Arms

Holding her close to me...

I am talking about a child. I am talking about a little 1 year old girl that I am holding in my dream last night. I know it wasn't mine, I know that it belongs to someone close to me. But somehow I was given a lot of responsibility to take care of her.

The dream felt like it was a long time and that I get to be in the life of this little girl growing up. That being said, I was very conscious about being an example and raising her up properly. This almost gave me a scare as being in a dream, I was not aware that I am in one and I certainly did not get figured out how on earth did this responsibility landed on me all of a sudden. 

I take seriousness about raising kids as I have come to notice how do children behave has very much correlation with how their parents are like. My fears are great in such that I know when someone is under my complete care, their future s greatly dependent on me. 

Remembering a conversation that I had recently about the matter, a friend of mine talked about how there are fears about raising girls because of the fears of screwing up their lives if mistakes are being made. That may have subconsciously sewn into my dreams and making me consciously aware of the situation. I begin to think to myself if I am ever worthy and eligible to raise kids, if I would be a good father, if I would create a mess more than a success with my children. I guess it would be something I can only find out when the moment comes, and that moment seems so far away.

But what I do come to remember is that scripture shares of a perspective that clams my fears. Psalm 127:3 speaks of how children, even my very own belongs to God and to my own, a stewardship that is called for by Him who has given to me. Regardless of how much I try and I will try with my life when the time comes, my children are essentially owned by God and I can find faith in raising my children in His watch.