To keep going

**Though written on Monday, I am linking it with Emily's imperfect prose...**

Peace is replaced by chaos in a split second and it seems to take an army to find the way back.
This is my home, and today this peace is interrupted by a shrill cry coming from sandy hair, deep blue eyed six year-old boy.

He is my artist child and with pencil in hand he creates a beauty I cannot describe.
He is my sensitive artist and all things touch him deeply,
with the largest display of emotion
over the minutest mistake...

and he just doesn't understand why he can't make the line perfectly straight,
though no one sees the curve in it but him,
and when the eyes are too round,
and he has erased for the tenth time,
he wails cries that should be reserved for the most devastating of moments...

he cries and wants to give up because it's just not right,
to him,
but to us, we see an amazing piece of artwork,
and don't understand what needs to be different...
but his eyes see it.

We cannot let him give up,
his passion,
his talent,
his source of gladness and frustration...
but he doesn't
and he
the more...
and I think of how God must feel
when I get so frustrated because I am failing
at something
and want to give up...

because I do all the time,
I just can't get it right,
and He just smiles at me,
and holds me,
and loves me,
He loves when I try,
and my mistakes,
He doesn't even see them...

so I see both sides,
and I know what it is to be the sensitive one,
and I know what it is to be the loving parent,
and I want him to see,
he just needs to keep going...

because when we,
in His image,
attempt to do
in His name,
He magnifies
our attempts
with His beauty


  1. i had a parenting moment sort of like this in that i got to see a glimpse of how our Abba loves us so... how he delights in his children; my 2yo had done a naughty, but i had compassion for his silly little wants, and we just made it okay instead of a punished crime, and i was so humbled by how grateful he was, and also how quickly he found a new thing over which to fuss--don't i cry over desert calluses and manna every day, longing for some dreamt-of shackles in egypt, too?
    i am so glad you wrote this post today, especially after saying you had no words earlier. b/cs you do.

  2. Beautiful and painful. I have a musician boy who sounds very similar. Thank you for this post--may God give us eyes to see our children (and ourselves) as He does. Blessings.

  3. Oh Amy, I loved this so much! Words I needed to hear today. God bless your little artist.

  4. oh, amy... i understand your boy's angst... i did that once, too. he has an artist's soul. i hope you might link this post to imperfect prose this week. it really touched me, deep. xo

  5. Thank you for this! it is what I needed to hear tonight

  6. Stopping by from imperfect prose... God has been speaking similar things to me lately, especially through His Word and through others in recent days. Thank you for sharing.

  7. i remember those days when my Bella would crumble up her paper with tears so loud...anger so deep down...the drive to be perfect settling into a soul only 4 years old...eventually she learned to just keep going too...

  8. i have a little artist boy myself...about to turn 8...and God teaches me so much thorugh him...thank you for this one...

    my imperfect prose

  9. The tortured artist, desperate for perfection!
    Tell him I love that first piece with the flying..bugs?
    It smacks of wonderful.

  10. This was lovely. And I think your son's frustration might end up serving him very well. I love his drawings - he definitely has an eye for detail! And imagine his joy when he starts to have the skill to match what is in his mind. That will be amazing.

  11. Oh, I love it and my heart is so touched. Oh what a precious balance to encourage our babies and see them built up in the courage and confidence of our Lord.

  12. you are a good mother to see and find grace in this.
    I've been there... am still there with mine, and I pray I always mother well through it.

  13. Glad that he showed and has been honest with you about his frustration...
    life is a journey, he will come back on track after some twists and turns.