I laid awake one night, enjoying the ironic peacefulness that comes during storms and just marveled at His wondrous ways.
I know not everyone find peace during thunderstorms, and honestly I didn’t always either.
And my memory was quickened to that fear I once had of storms. A fear that was brought on so young. A fear that lasted throughout my childhood and into early adulthood.
A fear that my own mother instilled into me.
As a small child, I recall sitting around the living room one evening during a pretty fierce Thunder/Lightening storm, initially we were talking of the different phrases for Thunder/Lighteningand mom was telling us girls about some family (I do not recall if she knew them personally or not) that had lost their home to a fire that was caused by lightening.
I know that my mother only meant it to be a teachable moment. She would have never intentionally instilled that fear into me or my sister.
But fear was instilled. From that day forward.
How do we use teachable moments with our children?
Are we careful with how we teach them?
Our children are vulnerable, and look to us for guidance…
How are we guiding them?
Come back next week, as I share more about fear of storms.
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