Most didn’t even notice her. Many overlooked her purpose. She was not strong like the bowstring cable or beautifully curved like the back of the bow. Nevertheless, she was a valuable part of the mighty recurve. I am speaking of the quiver and this is her story.
The quiver was proudly fastened to her magnificent bow which was held in the archer’s strong hand. The archer appreciated her; he understood the purpose of the quiver. He was the one who formed and fashioned each and every part of the bow. In his hands, the recurve with its arrows, was a powerful weapon and an unstoppable force.
The archer knew the heart of his quiver. He knew she hoped that one day she would be full in number with unbent, accurate arrows, arrows that would fly free, purposefully hitting their target. She wanted to teach them and prepare them for the day of their release. The archer knew she would safely secure them until they were ready. All of this would happen one day, but today was not that day.
Not long thereafter, to the quiver’s great delight, the archer placed and secured five arrows, one by one, inside her. Now, with her quiver full, she held fast to each of her arrows. The quiver loved each one of her arrows dearly and arrows returned her love. They felt secure in her embrace. She held tight to each one because they were her greatest treasure. She shared her dream with the arrows and told them of the archers mighty hands. She taught them about their magnificent bow.
The arrows listened with excitement when she told them of the day that the bow would be drawn and they would be released with mighty speed and precision. “There will be nothing like it!” she explained, “You will cut through the air, covering a great distance and at a tremendous speed as you land on your precise target. This is your destiny, this is your purpose. You will be free. This will all happen one day, but today is not that day.”
Not long thereafter, a strong hand picked up the bow and reached for the first arrow. It was the archer’s hand. Excitement welled up inside the little arrow’s heart because he knew his day had come to be released. But much to his surprise, the quiver held him fast and would not let go. “Today is not that day.” she told her arrow. The quiver was afraid.
The archer was patient and understood the quiver’s fear. He waited for another day which quickly came to pass. When he reached to take the arrow, the quiver held even tighter.
The archer said, “Do not fear. Let them go and watch them fly. Release them into my mighty hand. My aim is flawless, my target before us. It is their destined purpose.” “I’m so sad to see them go; I love each and every one. What if they are not ready for their release?” she replied. The archer smiled and said, “You were my gift to those arrows. I gave you to them. I secured them to you because I knew you would show them the way. To love is to release and let go. Let go and see your arrows fly.”
The quiver knew that he spoke the truth. Hope began to rise up in her heart again. She knew that she would never be at peace until she released them one by one. She trusted the archer, for he was her creator. His aim was flawless and his target before them. Today was that day, the day her arrows would fly.
One by one, she let them go and watched with amazement as the archer released her arrows. Fear was replaced by faith. Happiness reigned instead of sorrow. Each arrow cut through the air with hairsplitting accuracy. The arrows were filled with rousing joy as they were released into their freedom and purpose, but no one was filled with more joy than the quiver. Even though her arrows were no longer fastened to her side, her heart would remain bound to them forever.
I have been seeking and practicing the gift of discernment. For many weeks now, I have been meditating about and studying this gift. This particular scripture has been leaping off the page to me all week.
John 5:9 So Jesus explained, “I tell you the truth, the Son can do nothing by himself. He does only what he sees the Father doing. Whatever the Father does, the Son also does.
The Bible also tells us to walk as Jesus walked. I realized….I do not ask the Father what He is doing, nor do I see what He is doing like Jesus did. So, I began to prayerfully ask, “What are you doing right now Lord?” and “What are you saying right now?” He has been showing me. I realize that this is a huge part of the gift of discernment…. discerning the Lord’s work. Once I see what He is doing, I know what to do in cooperation with Him.
So what does this have to do with my kids? I’m glad you asked! He showed me that just because I see a work that needs to be done in my kids, it doesn’t mean it is the proper time to play the roll of ‘Mama Holy Spirit”. My job as their mom is to consistently give them encouragement and model a pure heart. I also need to provide consistent consequences (in love and patience) for those areas that they are not obeying me in. The law is a tutor to point us to Christ, so likewise, when they come to the end of themselves and their disobedience….. my rules and consequences will eventually point them to Christ because the are based on God’s Word.
When I yell or get angry with my kids, I realize, that I am doing it because I am afraid. The Lord lovingly chastised me for this because it is rooted in unbelief.
This is the most important part of what He showed me. If He is not doing the work, then my work is a waste of time. He also showed me that there will always be a scripture or more to bear witness in my heart to the work He is doing.
That has proven true this week. I have seen it in my kids. My constant nagging falls on deaf ears. But, when I asked the Lord, “What are you doing with Marshall, what are You saying to me about him Lord?” He showed me that he was trying to teach Marshall the value of hard work. That in all that he does, to do it for the glory of God. I have to say, I don’t understand why God is teaching Marshall this because in my reasoning there are way more important issues….but who am I to question God? I know His plan is perfect. I have seen Marshall do his chores without being asked this week. He asked if he could get paid for doing extra jobs for friends and family. I have never seen him work harder. He also deep cleaned his room…wow…a 13 year old boy eagerly cleaning his own room without being told. He has really impressed me this week; that is because the Lord was doing the work in him, not me. So, I have been cooperating with the Lord and teaching Marshall what the Word says about hard work. Marshall is receiving it…he has understanding because the Holy Spirit has touched his heart on the issue, not me.
I don’t have to worry about the other areas in Marshall’s life that need improvement, or in any of my kids. I can trust that in due time, in His perfect time, if I continue to discern what the Father is doing, I will be ready to cooperate with the Work of the Father.
One thing for certain…. in this manner… only the Lord can receive the glory! That’s the way it should be!