St. Patrick’s Parenting Mandates

We finally did it. My very Irish Granddaddy would turn green if he realized his part Irish granddaughter hadn’t celebrated St. Patrick’s day these past seven years of motherhood. But this year we did- complete with Irish soda bread, green eggs and grits, and green juice- AND a group reading of the story of St. Patrick

Who would have thought that St. Patrick’s testimony has within it some most crucial parenting mandates.

You see he grew up under a father who was a deacon in his church, who loved the land and the Lord and taught his children the truths of Scripture. St. Patrick’s daddy was not only a farmer of the physical land, but a farmer of the seeds of God’s Word. He was a ” farmer who went out to sow his seed” (or rather, the Lord’s seed) and he scattered it broadly and abundantly. Well that seed lay dormant in young Patrick’s heart. He could care less for that religious stuff his father always spoke of. Had it fallen on the path, or the rocks, or among the thorn? (Matthew 13:22)

Well, when 16 year old Patrick was kidnapped by pirates, brought to Ireland and sold into slavery, that seed went with him. And when Patrick was forced to spend long, hungry days and fiercely cold nights out in the barren lands tending flocks of his cruel master, that seed stayed with him. And when Patrick was utterly stripped of everything, and needed a strong tower and fortress to abide in, that seed was there. It was in that soil of suffering and need and loneliness that those seeds scattered from his infancy were able to grow and flourish. And out there in that harsh wilderness those seeds of Scripture were the only thing he had to feed on. And he met a living Lord that began to feed Him completely.

Out of that desperate clinging and utter dependence upon the Lord, Patrick learned to hear Gods voice so when God told him to head for the seashore to escape, he started walking. Not knowing the way, but asking God to guide his steps he ventured forth. And sure enough, eventually he made it back to Briton where he would reunite with his family, only to have the Lord would train him up to send him BACK to the people’s who had treated him so cruelly. And that is where we see the hundred fold harvest of those little seeds planted in His youth…for many barbaric Irish were softened and saved by the message of the Gospel that he brought with him. The message that lived within in. A huge fruitful tree coming from mustard seeds.

And if those seeds had never been planted in a young disinterested Patrick, my ancestors would never have heard the good news. And my Granddaddy might never have been changed by a living Lord. And then where would I be? Probably not in existence, much less, alive in Christ.

So thank you, St. Patrick, Thank you, Lord for the mandates I receive from the lives and testimonies of your saints…..

1. Never underestimate the seeds of the Scripture planted in young ones. Those seeds, in faith, can reap hundred fold harvest as we cover them with the top soil of prayer. Plant seeds in faith.

2. You never know what desperate circumstances our children may come to face, in which those seeds are the only life they have to draw from. I want to scatter many and fill that soil with as many life-giving seeds as possible. plant MANY seeds.

3. Suffering may be the only means by which those seeds are forced to grow. Releasing my kids to God’s ultimate protection and plan for their lives may be difficult to watch, but full confidence must be placed in the Good Farmer who knows more about growing fruit in His children than I do. Entrust the growth to the Lord.

4. If God can guide a wandering Patricks footsteps to the shores of Ireland so he could escape, God is able to guide my footsteps as I go about my day caring for and teaching these five little ones He’s entrusted to me. Ask for guided footsteps.

5. Patrick obeyed the promptings of the Lord even when they made no sense. It was a a life of obedience in many, many small things that led to the Gospel presence on a barbaric island. And that Gospel presences wasn’t just for his lifetime, but spilled down through many, including a Murphy family of which I am a part. Obedience in the small things can lead to generationally HUGE things. Obey the promptings.

And because of St. Patrick, I have a heritage, and also a heart calling- to plant the seeds, of which I have been entrusted. And on that glorious day, when Jesus greets his saints, I long to be counted in that number.


1 Comment (+add yours?)

  1. djones6750
    Mar 19, 2013 @ 00:26:04

    Parenting like a Farmer – St. Patrick’s life is rich in lessons of faith and trust and Essential lessons in Parenting -Thank you Kimberly


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