Raising boys is not for the faint of heart. I am still not sure why the Lord chose me to be a Mother to these future men. I am raising boys that one day will be men of God, have strong spirits and a strong convictions in what they believe. But until that day when they can stand and give their testimony, I am the mother trying to keep the strong spirits under control. I am the Mother you will hear about in the “stories” from Godly men, of what they put their mother through. Yes, we had one of those mornings this last week. Anger flared, hormones were flying, and yes there was some physical contact that left two of the boys with red marks on their face (their doing to each other). These are the days I want to run and hide.Just the day before I was sitting with some parents watching our children practice soccer, they were in need of a coach (one had not been assigned to this team yet). One mother was teasing me and said, “Why don’t you coach soccer?” First when I got over my shock, I said, “because if they were my team, my only concern would be if they looked good while running up and down the field.” You see I am a girly girl, my brother and sister may not agree, but as I am becoming deeper and deeper into raising boys I am finding out that yes I am a girly girl who God gave all boys.

God is faithful though, he gives me patience when I want to explode, and has me stay and “instruct” when in reality I want run and close my door. As my oldest son matches me in height, and the voices are changing, the hormones are flying, I still see the wonderful men they will be one day. Since they have been small my faithful prayer has been, “Father if you are going to make them this much of a challenge to me, please take these boys and turn them into great men of God, for then I will be satisfied with whatever comes my way.”