No Bigger Blessing
Sunday, June 29, 2008|
One of the most treasured blessings that I have in my life, is seeing my children love the Lord. This week especially, as I am having some time to relax, I was thanking God for being such a huge part of my children’s lives.
My oldest daughter went to Chesapeake, Virginia a couple weeks ago, on a World Changers Missions Trip with our church youth group. She went last year as well and had a fabulous experience, but apparently it was a super cali–fragilistic type of fabulous this year!
She has not stopped talking about the trip; about how much time they spent singing powerful praise and worship music, while raising their hands high in the air as they were filled with the power of the Holy Spirit; about the lives they touched while doing manual labor to repair the homes of people who are much less fortunate; about the special friendships she made with kids from all over the US; about how many of her friends rededicated their lives to Christ; about how she felt so close to God and so in tune with how important He was in her life.
Last week during Wednesday night church service, all of the youth stood up on stage and told the congregation how much the trip meant to them, and what God had done in their lives over that one week period. I was awestruck at the emotional maturity, and the spiritual maturity that these youth expressed. One found acceptance after struggling with feeling abandoned by her natural parents; one found forgiveness; many found redemption; one rediscovered how much his younger brother meant to him; many found Jesus; and they all found a new, powerful, and on fire relationship with Christ.
Wow! My heart was overflowing, and so were the tears in my eyes! At first I started thinking, “I have done a great job raising this precious girl!”, but then I had to admit, that it was not my own doing at all. God had grabbed hold of my daughter’s heart when she was 7 years old and had been working in her life ever since.
Yes, my husband and I have taken her to church every Sunday of her life, tried to be Godly role models, said bedtime prayers, and taught Godly lessons through all the experiences that we dealt with every day – but God deserves all the credit.
How humbling it is to know that the God of the universe cares about my babies, and is watching after them, day by day, and gradually pulling them into a place where their hearts will love Him and their souls will know Him.
My middle child, Kaitlyn, attended She Speaks with me during that week, participating in the Next Generation track. She has shared so many stories with me of all the wonderful truths they learned that weekend; how Rebecca Ingram Powell anointed each of their heads with oil as she told them the Godly meaning of their names; all the worship songs they sang; how they saw a small but miraculous act of God take place while listening to the speaker; how they learned about the importance of modesty, good manners, and even how to apply natural looking makeup; and the great friends she made from all over the US, one of which accepted Jesus for the first time that weekend – AMEN! Kaitlyn also accepted Christ at a young age and I can already see how God is working on her. I am so thankful when He allows me to catch little glimpses of the passions that He has put on her heart.
My son attended VBS at our church last week, and came home singing the motto – know the truth, speak the truth, live the truth – music to my ears!
It is so amazing how different each one of my children are, how each of them is gifted in different ways and how they each have special passions in their heart that differ from the other – like a love for babies, animals, music, devotions, singing, friendships, guitar, piano, sports. As any mom could attest to, it is a true testament of how God makes us all unique – but all with a space in our heart that can only can be filled by the one true and almighty Savior.
How humbling it is to know that the God of the universe cares enough my babies to take hold of their hearts at a young age, and continue to open up doors for them to learn to love Him more.
And how super-cali fragilistic amazing it is to know that He loves you and me and yours just the same!
Has God done something wonderful in the lives of your kids? Can you see him at work in their hearts?