The Warrior We Call Momنموونە

Release Your Children to God

I knew I had been trying to control my son. My identity was wrapped up in being his mother, and I was obsessed with raising him perfectly. I had my own dreams for him and my own plans. I didn’t let him breathe without my knowing it. He didn’t even go to the nursery or Sunday school at church because I kept him continually by my side.

None of this was evil, but it was definitely getting in God’s way. God gave him to me for me to be a steward of his life, not to be his god or to determine his future. I had to release him.

Hannah must have felt pain; she may have even thought at times that what she was doing was crazy. But God never asked her to abandon him. He just asked her to release Samuel to Him. I think of Jochebed, Moses’s mother. I think of Elizabeth, who let her little boy aid in the deliverance of Israel. It was these mothers walking in obedience to unusual and excessive tactics at such an early age that proved to create lethal weapons against the enemy! These mothers were given arrows, and they shaped them for impact!