Awkward moment to say the least. Yesterday, while out with my children and family, we encountered a difficult situation. We were outside and witnessed a mother being verbally and physically abusive to her very young son. My initial reaction was to say something to this mother. I felt awful inside and it impacted me to tears, yet I froze in fear and could not do anything but pray. Not that prayer is not the way to go, however, I feel a nudge inside of my heart that I should have done more.
Still left with the feeling that I should have done something; I do realize it is late now to change things and that I will keep that child and the mom in my prayers. Lesson is this, I think next time, I may take some action in JESUS’ name if I feel so led in my heart.
It is that show “What Would You Do’ that comes to my mind. I feel like I let down that child. I feel like most people would have walked away because of fear, or the desire not to get involved as to cause further issue. I need to remember though, that as a child of GOD, I am no longer like most people.
My 2nd oldest would have done something. I often have anxiety inside when situations like these arise because of her outspoken nature. But today I realize that there is a gift in that. I like to believe that she would have been much braver than I who not only did not react but also told the ones I was with to look away.
Those words haunt me. “Look away”
I know I am a work in progress and JESUS will protect that little boy and get inside the heart of that mother. I truly believe that prayer DOES work. I also believe GOD permits situations for our own hearts to grow in HIM.
I can be brave in JESUS. I also need to understand boundaries and when and where to show physical courage. I confuse this in many ways. This situation shows me this on a deeper level.
So, I ask that we pray for the many, many little boys that are berated and physically hurt by a parent that is most likely hardened by life. I also would like to pray for the moms because although I cannot imagine acting quite like that, I know that I have negatively affected my own children because of my own hurts and hang-ups. Moreover, I want to thank JESUS that even though I did not step up, HE WILL!
I am Deni, short for Denise. I grew up in a Jewish home, in a Jewish neighborhood and a Jewish family. In 3rd grade we moved. We moved to a mostly non-Jewish area.... that is where JESUS found me. I say found me because I yet had not acknowledged it, but would find out later.......by grace, HE HELD ME ALL ALONG, just a lil Jewish girl from Philly.