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I’ve been hurt by the children I’ve raised.

But then I remember that my Father in Heaven knows that pain too.

There were times I hid from God, disobeyed Him, and in moments of weakness, even denied Him as my Father.

So maybe it’s only right that I now feel what He has felt. Watching His own children turn away.

Isaiah 1:2–15 reminds me of that pain.

The holy frustration of a loving Father who cries out, “I raised you, but you’ve rebelled against Me.”

I see myself in His words.

I’ve yelled. I’ve cried. I’ve begged you to understand.

And how many times has my Father done the same with me?

But here’s what gives me peace:

Just like my Father, I’m not reacting out of hate.

My frustration is born from love.

From a deep desire for you to live a life better than I did,

to walk in wisdom I had to learn the hard way.

Being a parent means feeling your heart shatter as your children make choices you know will wound them.

But it also means trusting that those moments will one day become part of their testimony.

It’s the hardest part of love…

Letting go so God can grow them.

And still, like the Father in Isaiah 1:9, I will not turn my face away forever.

I’ll leave space, just enough for grace to reach you.

Because my heart, like His, is full of mercy and understanding, even when my words sound sharp or my patience runs thin.

There will always be an open door for you to come back to me.

Always.

Because I love you.

The way my Father has always loved me.

When anger rises, I remember Moses, who struck the rock in frustration.

When sorrow overwhelms me, I think of David, who wept for Absalom even after betrayal.

When I struggle to forgive, I see Jesus, arms stretched wide, forgiving those who nailed Him there.

So yes, my flesh reacts in anger at times, but my spirit rests in grace.

And that grace will always make room for you.

I’ll forgive, because my Father forgave me.

I’ll love you, because He first loved me.

And no matter how far you wander, you will always have a home in my heart.

Because my love, like His, has no end.

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