Judy has been known to say, God makes us parents so that we can learn to depend on a Heavenly Father. Indeed we have so little control over life. And children accentuate the truth of our powerlessness and drive home the reality that we need help from a Higher Power, which for our family meant El Elyon, the Most High God. Judy wrote the following free verse when the hormones were raging with three teenagers and their mom in menopause. Poor David! But God’s Masterpiece is redemption – with Him nothing is wasted.
A poem written by Judy:
Papa’s hard of hearing, Mama’s got no legs,
Betsy’s got a temper, Emily can hit the dregs.
Naphy’s known to tattle, Spot’s beat up by Buck.
Fritz whines and shivers. Herein: our family’s muck.
David’s got a heart of gold,
Judy’s got ideas untold.
Emily seeks the peace to make,
Betsy’s our family’s fashion plate.
Naphy’s got the gift of helps.
Three dogs deliver licks in yelps.
A family is a blend we see,
There’s bad in you and bad in me.
The gold and good are also there,
But not as obvious, oft unaware.
We fight. We yell.
It feels like hell.
We crack. We break.
We cry. We ache.
“Behold, My Masterpiece”, God says from above,
“I’ll save your family, I’ll teach you to love.
Selfishness, rudeness, unkindness, all three
They’re tools in My Hands to drive you to Me.”
So I, a mom, in the midst of this all,
Wholeheartedly pray for God’s overhaul.
I confess my contribution to our endless, ugly strife.
I teach Your Way with my words, but resist Your Will with my life.
Desperate, yet believing, I know God is able,
His Peace, His beauty, this vicious cycle to disable.
And our family one day will thankfully display
“His Redeemed” as our label God’s work underway.
The goal to believe I know I can do.
“To God Be All Glory,” I’ll declare when we’re through.
And thanks to the pain, Agape we’ll discover
As we behold Christ’s image miraculously formed in each other.