“My child, if your heart is wise, my own heart will rejoice! Everything in me will celebrate when you speak what is right.”
(Proverbs 23:15-16 NLT)
As a momma, I can truthfully say that nothing brings me greater joy than realizing my kids “get it.”
We have 3 pre-teen/teen children, 2 boys 1 girl. Our girl is our little evangelist. She will tell anyone and everyone about Jesus and try to lead them through the sinners prayer before they even realize what’s going on! Her and several of her Jesus-girl friends have started a Bible club at school where they talk and share prayer requests….IN SCHOOL!! Go girls! They are shining their lights so bright and out in the open that there is no doubt in my mind that they are absorbing every bit of what we and the church leaders are pouring into them.
Now my boys are a different story. Most of the time they seem so checked out and goofy that I’m pretty sure they haven’t heard a word of the sermons preached, lessons taught or correction given at home. Then the little jokers surprise me.
Just the other day, one of my boys randomly walked in the kitchen and announced, “It just gets on my nerves.”
“Ok, son, what exactly are we talking about here?”
“Well, when kids at school talk about how much the looooove Jesus then turn around and cuss or act rude to someone.”
I kept my cool but inside I was doing my go Jesus dance! Not only did he disprove of the immature behavior of some of his peers but he immediately recognized that their actions didn’t line up with what they claimed their beliefs were. And it made him ill.
An overwhelming sense of pride washed over me as I watched the aggravation cover his face as he talked about how annoying it is to listen to people say one thing and then live in complete opposition of what they just said. My boy is listening and receiving what we’re preaching.
This isn’t the only time they’ve melted this momma’s heart. Boy #2 is my macho, tough guy, joke playing little sneak. He thrives on trying to make people laugh regardless of how foolish he looks in the process, he is his father’s son. So I tend to think there isn’t a serious bone in his body. Until the day he came to me about a little girl in school who is struggling and had opened up to him and another friend about her self-deprecating thoughts. You could see the tenderness in his expression and the compassion in his voice. He was truly concerned about this girls well-being. I just wanted to burst into tears and hug his neck but again, not cool, so I listened intently while my heart was bursting with the realization that we must be doing something right.
Being a parent in the days that we are living in is painfully hard even on its best day. Our kids are faced with issues and temptations that we can’t even fathom. It is scary. Most parents think they are failing miserably at the job of raising confident, godly children, but when they give us those little “aha” moments, what joy it brings to our souls. Keep at it, weary mom & dad, I promise you they are hanging onto your every word & looking to you for an example. That’s a heavy load, and one that I pray you and I will take seriously. If you want your children to live a life that honors the Lord, check yourself and make sure that there aren’t some changes you might need to make.