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How to parent with Boldness



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When my blue eyes wash over your soul with freshwater, guide me down the river to a waterfall of righteousness. Let’s sit there upon a rock of peace. 

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When my little hand clasps yours, take me to the land with prancing bunnies who cuddle in comfy dens. Lead me to berry meadows where unicorns with bold horns stand with certainty. 

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We must lead our children with a boldness and certainty like a river that’s assured of it’s rippling route. 

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We must guide our sons and daughters to the pool of freshwater where the Holy Spirit ripples with righteousness. Our children will look at their reflection and remember their spiritual identity amongst wise willows. 

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Anyone who listens to the word but does not do what it says is like someone who looks at his face in a mirror and, after looking at himself, goes away and immediately forgets what he looks like. - James 1:23-24

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As parents, we need to be stable upon the rock of Christ. Stand with affirmation and look through binoculars to find mental clarity. 

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Let Holy fresh waters wash over our minds and cleanse us of daily anxiety, worry, anger, impatience, and learned harshness. 

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We need to be stable in order for our children to lean upon us as we walk into thickets of occasional trials. Guide them with reassurance into the berry meadows filled with cuddly bunnies and valiant unicorns. 

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Children need to clasp hands of comfort and protection as they walk through this world of unfairness. 

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Reach out to your children without shackles of anxious thoughts and an unhealthy mind. Reach for them without restrictions to freely and fervently guide them over the rocks to the other side of the river. There they’ll lay in peace amongst Jesus’ meadows of peace and balanced trees filled with bold berries. 

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