"The life of faith is lived one day at a time, and it has to be lived--not always looked forward to as though the 'real' living were around the next corner. It is today for which we are responsible. God still owns tomorrow."
For you formed my inward parts; you knitted me together in my mother's womb. I praise you, for I am fearfully and wonderfully made. Wonderful are your works; my soul knows it very well. My frame was not hidden from you, when I was being made in secret, intricately woven in the depths of the earth. Your eyes saw my unformed substance; in your book were written, every one of them, the days that were formed for me, when as yet there was none of them.
“Children can be trained in almost any direction. Their natural tendencies may be so curbed and guided as no longer to show themselves in disagreeable prominence. It is a parent’s privilege, and it is a parent’s duty, to make his children, by God’s blessing, to be and to do what they should be and do, rather than what they would like to be and do.”
Mother Tying Her Daughter's Bonnet by George Augustus Freezor
“Correction is about reaching your child’s heart….The heart is fallen and sinful (we want to sin), but God changes hearts by His grace to respond to him, and that is the purpose of biblical discipline-to train the hearts of your child to respond to God and His grace.”
"At an early age children may be taught to forego little things, especially for the sake of others; for that shows a purpose. Afterwards they may be taught to bear disappointments and crosses as benefiting their own character, and preparing them for the heavier trials and sacrifices of mature age. It will hep to self-conquest, if one distinct act of self-denial is practiced every day; and then it should be entirely voluntary and cheerful, for thus is is like fruit with the bloom on it; but when self-denial is grudging and complaining, it is in deed sour and acrid fruit."
Mother! Mother! Watch and pray, Fling not golden hours away! Now or ever, plant and sow, Catch the morning's earliest glow. Mother! Mother! Guard the dew, While it sparkles clear and true. No delay! The scorching noon May thy treasures reach too soon. Mother! Point them to the sky, Tell them of a loving eye, That more tender is than thine, And doth ever on them shine. Mother! Lead them soon and late To behold the golden gate; When they long to enter there, Lead them to the Lamb by prayer. Mother, seize the precious hours, While the dew is on thy flowers! Life is such a fleeting thing, Mother! Mother! Sow in spring. ~Unknown