I am doing a Bible Study with a group of friends right now that really has me thinking. Namely, I am thinking about what a huge responsibility it is to teach your child about God.
I think I really need to step it up in that area. Yes, Gracie goes to a Christian school. Yes, we say the blessing every night and prayers before bedtime. Yes, we sing “Jesus Loves Me”.
But I’ll be honest; we almost never make it to church. Parke usually works on Sundays and its hard to get up and take a wiggly toddler to church by myself.
I grew up in a family that almost never missed a Sunday. I went to “Junior Highs” on Wednesday nights, my parents read their Bibles in front of us- I couldn’t escape God if I tried. I was around 13 when I truly began to understand and accepted Jesus.
It was a long road from there…I had friends who happily talked about God in every day life. I was too afraid of being “cool” and kept my religious beliefs largely under wraps. Anyone who saw my eyebrows during those years would know there was never any danger of my being cool, religious or not.
College was college; I talked to God when I thought about Him-which wasn’t very often. I never went to church unless I was home from school. I graduated; Parke and I got married a few years later and went to church sporadically. I started reading my devotionals again. I got more and more back “into” God as the years passed.
I got pregnant. I prayed out of fear almost all night every night. And then my baby died.
I held on to God with everything I had...which was nothing. I had nothing but somehow all of those years I had as I child going to church, going to Wednesday nights reminded me what to do when all was lost. Forget being cool, I ate, slept and breathed me some Jesus.
I spent so much time on my knees in prayer in those days I am surprised we didn’t have Anne shaped spots all over our carpet.
And then I got pregnant with Gracie. And I promised I would teach her how special she was, what an answer to a prayer she was…and Who answered my prayers.
I haven’t been very good about keeping that promise. But I am going to try to do better, a lot better. Because as much as I want to protect my child from all of the bad, its going to happen. Relationships break, finances strain…we lose our most precious people. I won’t always be there to help her through these things; it is so important that she knows Who will.
When we sing, “Jesus Love Me, This I Know”…I want those not to be just words, but a way of life to her.
I apologize for the preachy post…clearly; my cool days are behind me (I think there might have been a week in the 10th grade).