write4jesus
09-17-2006, 03:26 AM
As a relatively new Christian (three years this November), I find myself absolutely amazed at the way that God is in everything. I can’t believe I never saw it before. My children on the other hand, have no problems seeing God’s work and accepting it as a given.
The other night, my three-year-old daughter Summer Rose said her first ‘all by myself’ prayer. Unfortunately, she seems to have misunderstood our prayers because she began with “Poor Lord…” But the rest of the prayer was beautiful. I was amazed to hear her pray for her grandma’s health and my health and even that her big brother’s foot would feel better. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t praying for a pony or at least for something she wanted or thought she needed. It was her very first prayer and it was the most unselfish prayer I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
Sometimes I think we underestimate our children and their ability to see right through to the truly important things in life. For example: today my mother was telling the kids about how she had cancer six years ago and had to have a mastectomy. She went on to tell them that I was sitting right by her side the whole time. My four-year-old Ethan asked, “Did you pray?” My mother tried to explain that we hadn’t known the Lord back then, but we were grateful that he had spared her life so that she would have the chance to be saved. He just shrugged and grumbled, “You should have prayed.”
My children never cease to amaze me. When I fail to see the Lord in something, they are always there to point him out. Like the time when we were walking out of Wal-Mart at sunset and the sky was just astonishing. Ethan just gasped and whispered, “Thank you God.” It brought tears to my eyes to see the beauty through his untarnished view. He wasn’t thinking about driving home in the dark or the busy day we had planned the next day or anything else. He just stopped and gave thanks to God for the beauty he had placed in front of us. We have since made it a practice in our family to give thanks for every thing of beauty that we see. It has made our days much more precious to us, and has brought us closer to the Lord. I am so grateful to my little boy for giving me that gift.
My oldest son, Jordan, has had a harder time changing his ways to become more Christ-like. He was six when I was saved, and so there were a lot of secular things ingrained into his daily life. It has taken the whole family to help him take responsibility for his actions and think about what Jesus would do before he acts. We still have a long way to go, but I was thrilled the other day when he said, “Mom, I hope today is the day that Jesus comes for us, because I really want to see him.”
All in all, my life is very busy as a single mother with three kids, but I thank God every day for these beautiful gifts he has given me. I pray that I will succeed in raising them up in his way. Thankfully they seem to have a head start, and I just have to keep up.
The other night, my three-year-old daughter Summer Rose said her first ‘all by myself’ prayer. Unfortunately, she seems to have misunderstood our prayers because she began with “Poor Lord…” But the rest of the prayer was beautiful. I was amazed to hear her pray for her grandma’s health and my health and even that her big brother’s foot would feel better. I couldn’t believe she wasn’t praying for a pony or at least for something she wanted or thought she needed. It was her very first prayer and it was the most unselfish prayer I have ever had the pleasure of witnessing.
Sometimes I think we underestimate our children and their ability to see right through to the truly important things in life. For example: today my mother was telling the kids about how she had cancer six years ago and had to have a mastectomy. She went on to tell them that I was sitting right by her side the whole time. My four-year-old Ethan asked, “Did you pray?” My mother tried to explain that we hadn’t known the Lord back then, but we were grateful that he had spared her life so that she would have the chance to be saved. He just shrugged and grumbled, “You should have prayed.”
My children never cease to amaze me. When I fail to see the Lord in something, they are always there to point him out. Like the time when we were walking out of Wal-Mart at sunset and the sky was just astonishing. Ethan just gasped and whispered, “Thank you God.” It brought tears to my eyes to see the beauty through his untarnished view. He wasn’t thinking about driving home in the dark or the busy day we had planned the next day or anything else. He just stopped and gave thanks to God for the beauty he had placed in front of us. We have since made it a practice in our family to give thanks for every thing of beauty that we see. It has made our days much more precious to us, and has brought us closer to the Lord. I am so grateful to my little boy for giving me that gift.
My oldest son, Jordan, has had a harder time changing his ways to become more Christ-like. He was six when I was saved, and so there were a lot of secular things ingrained into his daily life. It has taken the whole family to help him take responsibility for his actions and think about what Jesus would do before he acts. We still have a long way to go, but I was thrilled the other day when he said, “Mom, I hope today is the day that Jesus comes for us, because I really want to see him.”
All in all, my life is very busy as a single mother with three kids, but I thank God every day for these beautiful gifts he has given me. I pray that I will succeed in raising them up in his way. Thankfully they seem to have a head start, and I just have to keep up.