I held the small baby in my arms, only ten weeks old at the time. Sitting on the edge of the bed in my son’s nursery on that fateful night, I asked God for advice. I was returning to work the next morning and I knew nothing would be the same again. What am I to do?
I am sure every new mother has asked that question at least once. But God’s response to me that night was puzzling. My inner voice immediately seemed to say, “Preserve the family”. What did that mean? I was young and newly married, and had this wonderful new addition to our family – life was good. But the words stuck with me.
Later, when times got tough – and they will – those words became my guiding principle. God knew back then that I would need those words of wisdom. And I knew that if I only did one thing right in my life, it should be to follow those simple instructions that God had given me.
I want to someday hear the words, “Well done my good and faithful servant… you followed my advice.”
