We have a perfect parent and He desires to partner with us…….
I grew up with lots of pain. No one seemed to have many answers for the cry of my heart, and not many people dared to stick around in my messy world. I had a near death encounter in my 20’s and it was then that I told the Lord He could have the broken parts of my life.
I spent the next several years going after healing for my wounded heart. It was hard and took an amazing amount of courage to revisit the painful memories of my past and allow the Lord to bring truth and healing, but His name is Redeemer and His specialty is making all things right and new again.
Fast forward several years and I was now married with four kids under four years, including twins.
A week before Christmas, I awoke to find myself a full time single mom. The following year and a half was full of emotional heartbreak, pain, chaos, confusion and feeling utterly inadequate. It is one thing to endure your own hardships. It is another to watch your child endure it. One night in particular I will never forget. My daughter was hiding in the dark. I finally found her in a puddle of tears. She was in so much emotional anguish and it was more than I could bear. I knew I was in the Big Leagues of parenting and my kids desperately needed help, but I had no clue what to do or how to help them. I called my mentor at the time and her words were really what birthed this ministry. After listening to me sob my heart out, she calmly said, “Lisa, all of heaven grieves with what your kids are going through right now, but you have got to pull yourself up by your bootstraps and equip those kids to deal with the reality of their circumstances.” While it made little sense to my mind how I would do that, something rose up deep inside of me. I dried my tears and with a great resolve said, “YES! Yes, I will equip them!” I remember crying out, ‘Show me, Lord. Show me what they need and how to help them!’
One of the first encounters was with my son, then five years old. He was being aggressive with his sisters and had hurt them to the point of tears. While I care deeply about character training and believe in discipline, I knew that dealing with his behavior on that level wasn’t going to cut it. I knew he was acting out because his heart was hurting. Yet, I was frustrated with the chaos he was causing and instructed him to go to his room. After caring for the girls’ hurt, I started walking towards his room. I didn’t know if I was going to yell out of sheer frustration, if I was going to take away his Legos, or if I was going to hug him. I remember vividly the conversation I had with God on the way to his room. I confessed how clueless I felt in knowing how to help him, but reminded God He was the one who knit him together and knew everything about him including what he needed in that moment. It ended with me adding, “and Holy Spirit you had better show up quick because I am just about at his room.” I rounded the corner and as natural as can be, I grabbed a stack of paper and sat down with my son and instructed him to wad up a ball of paper and throw it, but with each ball he had to call out what he was mad or hurt about with his dad. That little boy threw nearly fifty wads of paper, “I am mad I am the only boy. I am mad he can’t tuck me in. I am angry he can’t play ball with me.” His rage gave way to tears, and by the end we were both weeping. I scooped him up in my arms and reassured him that he was both valuable and special. We walked through forgiving his dad and asked Father God what He thought of him. In that moment, the heart splinter from being abandoned was removed.
As I partnered with Holy Spirit in my parenting, I began to see my children healed and made whole from the trauma that took me decades to overcome. More and more I saw Holy Spirit showing up with creative ways to teach the children about Him, His voice, and how to deal with hurts, lies and offenses. I began to wonder what a generation would look like if they were equipped to deal with childhood owies in childhood so that they didn’t become adult-sized wounds. Where lies don’t become strongholds and unforgiveness doesn’t become bitterness. What if children could begin from a place that took so many of us adults years to get to?
Let the Children Fly is the testimony of parents around the globe who have had the revelation that they were never meant to parent alone, but rather partner with the One who created us.